Cousin May's Revenge

A flea flew aff the fireside rug
an' landit in May's slipper snug.
It found in there her chubby fit
so puckered up an' sooked a bit.
It's belly swelt wi' rich rid liquor,
courtesy o' willin' ticker,
but the fit fired oot a warnin' flare,
tae make a drowsy brain aware,
an' fore the flea hid finished feedin'
May's haun crashed doon an' bashed it's heid in.