USS Hassaympa AO-145
It was the year of nineteen hundred and fifty five they say
When the grand young lady slipped into the harbor bay
Tail against the wind with stacks blown smoke against the blue sky
With all that virgin speed she begins to fly.
Aboard not 3 but 300 Sailors road within her breast
Making her the fleets very best
To all those sailors that wore her Crest
She held us safe against her firm breast
Like a mother she protected us
Never a whimper or even a fuss
She gave when there was always a need
By brotherhood she implanted her seed
She filled each heart with such passions and dreams
Targeted like rays of silver moon beams
At night the engine played music to a genital sound
While sleep can never be found
Her decks we scraped and painted gray
With her cargo genitally tucked away
She carried the crude oil in a gallant way across these seas
To many a brothers aboard ships on stormy seas
She steamed the oceans for years number that of forty-four
Today we give way to her sleek beauty even more
Now she lays upon her last shoreline
Dedicated to memories for all time
But in our hearts she sails yet still
In our minds her graceful beauty will fill
Her tales told till the open seas run dry
Her silhouette steams across these endless blue skies!
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