Your own private beach house sitting, peaceful and grand,A VRBO Pensacola jewel, set down right in the sand.Decorated like a museum, treasures to see,The warm breeze through the palms, gulls and pelicans wheeling free.Blue Wahoos nearby, swinging, the crack of the bat,Fans on their feet with a cheer and a clap.Then Blue Angels roar right overhead as the sky turns bright,Their jets carving thunder in dazzling flight.Bushwhackers blending, sweet frozen delight,Creamy and boozy from morning to night.Riding the beach cruisers to the Oar House with cheer,Then back to the bay house for another cold beer.Breakfasts at Coffee Cup, Nassau grits on the plate,And a fried country steak that sure tastes great.Fuel for the day, with stories to share,Pensacola mornings beyond compare.From your own private beach, complimentary kayaks a gleam,Gliding through sunlight like part of a dream.Dolphins pop up, and the paddles make rings,Simple joy found in the quietest things.Fishing poles ready as the evening draws near,Casting for stories with laughter and cheer.The tug on the line, the splash and the fight,Dinner could bite in the soft fading light.Donna the most awesome hostâjust a text away,Sends Joe, her handyman partner, with plunger in hand.Up on the roof he looks over his land,The pipes unclogged, the toilet set right,Stars are shining through the soft Gulf night.Iâd tell you to stay here, itâs pure heavenly delightâŠBut please just not on my nights.