Author Robert Herrick Prickles is waspish, and puts forth his sting,For Bread, Drinke, Butter, Cheese; for every thingThat Prickles buyes, puts Prickles out of frame;How well his nature's fitted to his name! 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