Contest players, gather ye around for this latest challenge here...
Christmas time soon coming is, then New Year's will appear.
As ends the year, so too this game...yea until the midnight tolls...
Erected is within this poem what's needed to join the rolls.
Use skills of concentration, maybe ask a psychic friend,
Parse the secrets in cat entrails...you can use whatever ends,
But with the ending (in old Japan) of January one,
I'd like very much to finalize and post the winners and be done.
The prizes score will be all in total three...the chooser...me!
Prize one belongs to the appointed best response creatively...
'Tis not a blockbuster prize, I grant, but an acknowledgment smooch.
Having given out that one, attention goes to two.
The second boon goes to first at sleuthing...perchance someone new?
Swept has "peter" done every contest mine...will he win anew?
Points award? Lowly two...but bragging rights abound.
Finally, I'm much pleased to speak about the third prize round.
Ten points go to the triumphant soul among responders correct...
As wins random selection, winner can from me collect.
Now please attend as we move along from pedestrianity...
The remains all of ugly rhyme (this here poem, don't you see)
Stores within its artless lines at least enough for to get a thread.
Eye the writing, seek out words and assemble in your head
Data found in clues herein, for of help'll be in goal attaining...
Getting past primary hurdle the, follow then step two (hee, hee).
After that, you'll have a third (very easy, I'll admit)...
Remaining tasks...response append (employing, I hope, wit).
Ah, anticipation time...awaiting responses...yahoo!
Let the games begin (about darn day)! Participants, "salut"!
Lest I forget, the time it almost is for the maker of the puzzle to
Announce the beginnin' clue...but add I will first an other word or two.
Now's the start of my third year here (of course this in ref. to site).
People far and near I've met...Americans, Teutons, Thais...
Obliged I be in gratitude to all for the help I've had.
Efforts theirs have got me many books I'd wanted bad.
And now it's time for my game to start...you scope th'title should do.
Enough to start are those words, but I have written you another clue.
If it's not at all for ye enough, are you, friend, outta luck. Bye you!