How Dry I Am

Ok, serious week. Two comas (defined as, "You were completely unresponsive.").

And huge setbacks in physical ability, like, hey, breathing.

So I won't be serious here. This is the time to get completely plastered, except that Josephus Daniels might not agree.

He was Secretary of the Navy from 1913 to 1921. He ordained that the Navy should be dry.

Yeah, well. Smuggle the booze past the Jimmy-legs, and let's go.

 Josephus Daniels, nasty man!

Josephus Daniels, why

did you have that evil plan

to keep the Navy dry?

A ship's a floating prison

inhabited by goats,

deserving the derision

of calling vessels 'boats',

and that's why the tradition

that Nelson understands

of granting kind permission

of tots to all the hands...

but, Josephus, you're a bum

for holding back our tot of rum!

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is EXPLORE. Let's explore that.

We have explored the question

of why the Navy's dry

at Daniels' cruel suggestion

that's echoed, my, oh, my

through a pair of global wars

and piping days of peace,

through each swabbie who ignores

this edict, to unease

of harassed division-head

responsible for conduct pure

of his men, but instead

of making double-sure

legality won't come a-cropper,

turns blind eye to the chain-locker.

Five minutes, and it is what it is.

Music from Jimmy Buffett, with Margaritaville.

Sylvia will have some rum-flavoured ice cream, thank you very much. So will I.