These mellow fellows are like unemployed shoes. Like if your shoes gave up and got on welfare, watched daytime tv all day, maybe started smoking reefers. 'Going out? What for? The Price is Right is on! Let's order a pizza and get comfy, man!'

I begin with a loss you choose to take, a small surrender for a greater stake. Risk in my bones, advantage my aim what am I in strategy’s game?

I rhyme with oyster, but I have nothing to do with animals, although some say my residents resemble penguins.

More fruit than seed, I shine in a spread, You might eat with a spoon, Or slather on bread

Not on the A list, but I’m second best Use me to play tennis, not a ball, or a net In a sentence or maths . . .I square off the rest.