The time is summer, the time is June!
And a half of the year shall be over soon.
Half a year, of poetry and rhyme,
with words appearing when the time is prime!
Do you still insist, do you have what it takes?
Or do you lose yourself, when you make mistakes.
You must keep pushing, for you’d be amiss,
to abandon a puzzle, as good as this.
Some of the poems have a word to protect,
but offer them in ways you wouldn’t expect.
So only those, who are to beauty not blind,
are meant to win, are meant to find,
those cherished words, full of delight,
that are only present when the time is right.