Rum Sonnet

There came I day when I set out to sea

With a bottle of rum and a head full of cloud

The wind at my back, I was happy as can be

Rum in hand, head high and proud

Those early days brought summer weather

And ocean salt blew freely through my hair

Many sips of grog and I was light as a feather

Rollicking and roving without any care

Yet the innocent times were not to last

For dark tidings loomed beyond the breach

A powerful storm destroyed the ship’s mast

Foolish was I, grasping beyond my reach

From a watery grave let my tale unfold

N’er the rum make you a sailor bold 

What Does It Mean To Be A Rum Geek?

What does it mean to be a rum geek?
Do you have to have a PHD in distillation?
Do you have to declare war on all other spirits?
Do you have to supped with Gargano, Seale and the rest of the rum gods?
Do you have to travelled to every island in the Caribbean?
Do you have to know the difference between every single category?
Do you have to get up on your soap box?
Do you have to write rum poetry?
No
Just drink the damn stuff
It’s delicious.