Author John Nott Nay, come, prithee, Silo, my money restore; And then be as surly, and rude as you please:Or if, like a rogue, you'll not part with the ore; At least leave off pimping, and mend your vile ways. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments