An interesting bit of poetry written by a Laffey crewman who - at the time - wasn't too happy in the circumstances
in which he found himself.  This poet laureate happens to be one of our staunchest supporters and has contributed his talents and time
to the restoration of our ship.  He is a solid citizen, a good family man, a true shipmate, and a good friend

Out in the Atlantic Ocean
The Laffey marks the spot.
Now we're doomed to die on
The ship that God forgot

We sweat, we freeze, we shiver
It's more than man can stand
We're not a bunch of convicts
Just defenders of our land.

So when I get to heaven
To St. Peter I will tell
I served aboard the Laffey
And spent my time in hell.