I never lie about your appearance, which is sometimes my biggest flaw.

Game. Walk. Dash. Skate. Clip. Mother. Card. What do these seven words have in common?

No brush can hold me for too long, I smell like chemicals so strong. I drip, I drop, I make a mess, Then dry to clean up your distress. Now think me, what can I be?

I wriggle through a world unseen, where every tunnel keeps things green.

There's a tailback on the road several miles long, The cars and the buses are all very stuck, In a sugary substance made of fruit that has spilled, From a crashed and upturned delivery truck