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.
O'Reily 06032013

I'm what's better known as a versatile utility singer. I can sing backing, middle and up front too. I do a cracking JDB on particular songs and I say particular as the rest of his exquisite  collection of songs  goes into top gear and are very hard to drive in particular at fast top speed and with power of voice.

Bono to Boy George Keane to O'Reily its Do they know its christmas with Holly Johnson!
I was everywhere always on the move driving it on as long as I could start when I want to and finish when I want too!
I don't know if you recall when I was a little dut at all, I got up and sung Silent Night in primary school in front of the whole class like Aled Jones eating a quaver.

Even back then it became override peculiar like a sandwich in a cake!
On your own performing courage of a christmas carol only one verse long.
I loved the sound of school the playground was awesome and cool,
A place to hang out and carry out your hobbies of football until that horrid bell rang or latter due to modern technology of a whistle which became the brain wash sound form of musical statues and then quickly line.

It was somehow meant to be that I would become later in life a utility retired singer, driver and even a writer on the side, in good old O'Reily fashion of an own goal.
Side on face on come on! The roads are paved with gold or a cut throat final signature tune on a silent night over looking the horizon and into a bar going up and then down with each empty glass fortune.

Learn, work and school life as in no sooner along comes a wife, a chain reaction next to your comment hence a full stop.

O'Reily 27102014