Bill Greenwell
Biffo Days[ This poem is an anagram of “Invictus” by W. E. Henley. Yes really. Check it out.
— JW ]
Not, I cannot, cannot do a single thing;
I’m happy as can be.
The thought of heaven often makes men sing
My goodness! Lucky me!
The Lord protects me all the while.
Tho’ He cuddles me if I doubt — and you.
Oft, He causes me to crow, chortle, titter, smile —
Do accept it: He is a wish come true.
How much we do both (both!) have fun (fun!)
After one (hard, hard, hard, hard) prays:
Not difficult, not to me: a v. fit, country ray of sun —
Hic, Lord, what biffo days!
Debt? Regrets? Had not, not a qualm:
It’s been an utter ball.
My life has been a charm:
I’m powerless, after all.
Bill Greenwell is a Lecturer in Creative Writing at the Open University and a freelance writer, based near Exeter in England. He is also an inveterate enterer (and winner) of competitions, especially the weekly competition in the UK magazine The Spectator. His new collection of poems, Impossible Objects, is available from the publisher, Cinnamon Press. His personal website is at http://www.billgreenwell.com; also see The Weekly Poem at http://www.theweeklypoem.com/.
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