
Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk
White House Farm House Blues
I've got the White House Farmhouse
Norfolk holiday blues
From the top of my head
To the soles of my blue suede shoes
'Cos we're leaving tomorrow
And I just can't refuse
It's got a pool in the yard
And full size tennis court
With en-suite bedrooms
It's the best our money has bought
But we're going tomorrow
And I am so distraught
I've got the White House Farmhouse
Norfolk holiday blues
From the top of my head
To the soles of my blue suede shoes
'Cos we're leaving tomorrow
And I just can't refuse
The dining room's huge
With a big brass chandelier
There's a poolside patio
That's made for ice cold beer
And plenty of lounges
Where you can disappear
I've got the White House Farmhouse
Norfolk holiday blues
From the top of my head
To the soles of my blue suede shoes
'Cos we're leaving tomorrow
And I just can't refuse
It's got an Aga in the kitchen
Barbecue and snooker table
It's like a right posh mansion
That's talked about in fable
And we'd stay for a year
If only we were able
I've got the White House Farmhouse
Norfolk holiday blues
From the top of my head
To the soles of my blue suede shoes
'Cos we're leaving tomorrow
And that’s just bad, sad news