On Loaning Money

I 've had a friend and two and three
Who came to borrow cash from me;
They said they'd pay when payday comes;
And spent my cash on wines and rums.

And, later, they again would come
And ask for more and then for some,
Without paying back the dough
I'd lent to them before, you know.

I said: "What's up, my buddy Jack?
When will you pay that money back?
You 've come to me for some new gold
Without giving back the old!"

In anger, they at me would leap,
"How can you ever be so cheap?!
If that's the way you are, my man,
I won't talk to you again!"

They'd slam the door, leave me alone,
Without paying back the loan,
And then, when later them I saw,
They wouldn't even say: "Hello".

You'd think that all you did was help,
But angry words at you they yelp,
Both money, and your friends you lose,
When to become a bank you choose.

Strange logic borrowers employ
When time to pay arrives, my boy.
So take this one advice from me:
"Neither a bank nor lender be!"