Fulurum reminds me of the time when my buddy, Walter McCorrisken, won the title "Scotland's Worst Poet" from the Glasgow Herald newspaper with this gem (in the Glasgow dialect): A three-legged dug (dog) rode westward wan (one) day, Doon tae (down to) the jile (jail) at Moosejaw. "Sheriff", he said, on unsteady leg, "Sheriff, Ah've (I've)come for ma (my) paw!"