RFA Plumleaf

Once upon a time, in the deep blue sea, There sailed a ship, so grand and free. Her name was Plumleaf, oh what a sight, A Leaf-class tanker, shining so bright. In nineteen seventeen, she was born, With a mission to sail, from dusk till dawn. Through stormy waves and gentle breeze, Plumleaf sailed on, with grace and ease. But alas, one fateful day in the war, The Luftwaffe came, with a mighty roar. They dropped their bombs, from high above, And Plumleaf was sunk, with a heavy shove. Years later, a new Plumleaf emerged, A Leaf-class tanker, her engines surged. In nineteen sixty, she took to the sea, A support tanker, as helpful as can be. For many years, she served with pride, Delivering fuel, far and wide. But the time came, for her to retire, And Plumleaf sailed off, to a sunset fire. So remember the tale, of Plumleaf so true, Two ships that sailed, with a noble crew. In the depths of the ocean, their stories reside, Forever remembered, with love and pride. Random page: LGBTQ People and Methodism