Ode to a good book

A good book is a splendid thing
It grants insight to things unseen
It makes us hope when we would not
When living the daily lives we've got

It's as a drug of the bestest kind
Yet one which will improve our mind
No evening would I count well spent
As one in which a book I've read

Art

Well, me dear
Let me just take your hand
We'll have a conversation
That we won't understand
We'll linger a while
Before we depart
It's all unproductive
But it's still quite an art