Beneath city cubicles of Christchurch there are many wares
People passing with hardly a glance, to show ones they care
Come hither sign-posts lavished, for gifts, to lure or try
All- for one gypsy centre, that seduce the envious to sigh
Here there’s park-like grass patches, to lavish nature grand
A gourmet plaza, a casino church, and fast food, in the hand
Varied architectural shapes of gray, brick, two-story or three
Most all that you’d want is here in Christchurch; but reality
Statuesque Queen Victoria is marbled high in a garden scene
There’s a chess game, half-size of a man, for ones so keen
Myriads of cosmopolitan identities for art, music, and fun
And the grandest Library I’ve seen, for one whose on the run
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