Wasting writ scribble then flip,
Waste bin paper full,
Some lay here forever,
At present widely unknown.

Is that a ***** in your armour?
How blessed are we!
For in the name of the father,
And for I O'Reily!

That is i before e except after O'Reily!
Who may you ask?
I'm not here to answer don't be daft,
I'm just here loitering with intent,
With thy verses I invent.

Speak out of it now I beg of your interest desire,
At this moment in time I'm on my own hot wire,
When it flows from your lips, rhymes and it sticks,
Hiatus ends its box of tricks.

If ever word gets out piano my supplier,
A highly smooth lit warm spit crackle read at a cosy log fire.
Squash bottle of pop
Its so nonchalant,
Cherry top pow and that's your O'Reily lot for now.
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