Landlocked Baker

So my parents had me
To the disgust of the prostitutes
On a bed in a brothel
Surprisingly raised with tender care

'Til the money got tight
And they bet me away
To a blind brigadier in a game
Of high stakes canasta

But he made me a sailor
On his brigadier ship fleet
I know every yardarm
From main mast to jib sheet

But sometimes I long to be landlocked
And to work in a bakery