Moles
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
Copyright © David Lindsay | Year Posted 2016
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