Brown spots dab my poor pale skin
Deeper and bigger than freckles
I'd play dot to dot, if I knew where to begin
If I were a hen; I'd be speckled

 

Gardeners' distress and indignation
As head holes can cause mayhem
Though hills appear, without invitation
Let's not make mountains out of them

 

A chink in the armour as word gets out
From a very special sleeper
A fly in the ointment, a spy with clout
But if he's on your side, he's a keeper