Even, would you please?

I would not like to reveal the sense of poem through description

Red grounded,
Green cap holder,
Stood again in midsummer,
To narrate the life grammer.
He was an associate,
To a major playschool,
Run by the timekeeper,
And his beloved ally.
He is palatable to the beginner,
By engraving dreams,
Of a preplaced lesson,
For a preoccupied karma.
He is a melon,
Usual in unusual,
formed to be unformed,
And matured to be an immature.
I taste him,
To hear an never endling tale,
Of a solo male,
Even, would you please?