Flann O'Brien shrine missing

Just checking in on you there now, fella.

sure if twasnt today itd be tomorrow, and tomorrows only today in advance slowed down by the weight, the fierce weight, of yesterday.

Your talk... i said.. is surely the handiwork of wisdom because not one word of it do i understand.

Is this some kind of Irish haiku?

uh? pleaze to explains insider joke - i just not gettings it

No idea but Google turns up with: Flann O'Brien.

…..Relate further for us, said Conán.
It is true that I will not, said Finn.

or not

His like will never be there again.

How is the boy! I said.
My hard man, he answered.
I took cigarettes from my pocket and lit one for each of us, frowning.
With my face averted and a hardness in my voice, I put this question in a casual manner:
Anything doing?
Oh God no, he said. Not at all, man.
Come away for a walk somewhere.
I agreed. Purporting to be an immoral character, I accompanied him on a long walk through
the environs of Irishtown, Sandymound and Sydney Parade, returning by Haddington Road
and the banks of the canal.
Purpose of the walk: Discovery and embracing of virgins.

Myles na gGaribaldi

Bunch of unlaudable epidermeii here I'm afraid of gyppos.

Not if it is related to aesthoautogomy or even the hair of the dog or hirsuteness at birth.

What does pandemonium do?
It breaks loose.

Describe its subsequent dominion.
It reigns.

It reigns a lot in Corkadoragha and Lisnabrawnshkeen and even more so when the ducks are in the nettles.

...and Berny, the shrine was last seen with the cowboys on the Ringsend ranch.
Sweeney left it there having been given it by Martin O'Banassa.

A great limerick:

Said a Sassenach back in Dun Laoghaire
"I pay homage to nationalist thaoghaire,
But wherever I drobh
I found signposts that strobh
To make touring in Ireland so draoghaire."
[sub]
Just to help you read this:
Dun Laoghaire (in Co. Dublin) pronounced Dunleery. And when you see "bh" it is pronounced "V". [/sub]

Oh daoghaire, daoghaire me!
Nice one, Orla!

Here is another gem:

There was an old man of the Isles
Who suffered severely from pisles.
He couldn't sit down
Without a deep frown,
So he had to row standing for misles.

fun was had by all

but kept by none.

Who has heard honey-talk from Finn before strangers, Finn that is wind-quick, Finn that is a better man than God?

Small wonder, said Finn, that Finn is without honour in the breast of a sea-blue book, Finn that is twisted and trampled and tortured for the weaving of a story-teller’s book-web. Who but a book-poet would dishonour the God-big Finn for the sake of a gap-worded story?

Miss Aoghaire does love her own company.