Oh Dear

Richard was in a bit of a hole.
He didn't mind working, but he was always on the dole.
He'd looked for a wife, but nobody wanted the role.
He liked cricket, but couldn't bat or bowl.
He played football, but had never scored a goal.
He wanted to be a crack shot, but had the eyes of a mole.
He would always remember his first letter; addressed to R. Sole.