By Yarrula
This poem here will make you think,
But don't start guessing 'til I'm done.
It's first letter is the leaves you drink,
The second is the first of one.
A mighty party has the third,
It starts the word that means your strong.
Got those three? Good, you're really quick,
You're on your way, this won't take long.
The fourth is easy,
I'll give you a clue.
It's stuck inside,
The middle of you.
The next two letters can be words,
They ask the ill if they are well.
Look closely at that sentence there.
Does the question ring a bell?
The seventh and eighth ones,
are a sharp cry of pain,
And th' last half of what winter,
Brings time and again.
The answer's always coming,
each day of the week.
In this here riddle,
are the answer's you seek.