Superb times,
magical minds,
intellectual wiles,
no machiavellian kinds,
but good hearts and good souls,
swimming in the fishbowl of modern society,
looking to avoid the dull,
yes, people educated and learned,
ever yearning for good conversation,
and intelligent stimulation,
and wordy rock n roll,
and lengthy talks of intellectual bent,
from the dawning of the day,
to the end of the night,
a meeting of minds in the club,
where the peace of mind is heaven sent,
and there is civility,
and endless possibilities of all subjects,
and considered thought,
and great respect,
yes, superb times,
with magical minds,
and intellectual wiles,
but no machiavellian kinds,
but good hearts and good souls,
in the club where good folks spend their time,
by the river,
trying to consider the world,
and fix the worlds faults,
and who spend countless hours philosophising,
whilst drinking whiskey and gin,
and where almost every minute,
a new subject of a new tangent will begin,
yes, a great the place the club by the river,
where the wordy meet every Tuesday night at 7pm,
with a cheerful hello and a happy grin.