In Clover

In the dark-water I call my lot
Not too many swim around here.
I am lucky to have what I got
But everyone's month is my year.
There's nothing wrong with that, I say....
Every other dog around has gotten his day.
No guessin' if my time's long or short
I don't like to pay attention to that.
Most know that I'm an amiable sort
I leave the race to these other rats.
Let them chase that expensive hunk of cheese....
I don't work too hard since I'm easy to please.
This sphere goes 'round and I go along
I deal with things within eye's reach.
Former cohorts continue to grow strong
Me I grow larger settled on the beach.
What they will pay to gain loftier heights....
Too bad they don't get no-name brand sights.
I'm settling into a worn-in groove
Those who come hear the same ol' tune.
See those makers still on the move
Sadly they miss daily west-end's swoon.
I have a front row seat and plenty of room....
Come take a seat, fellas, if it won't cause doom.