Lurid house-fronts line the banks
as tourist boats glide lifelessly by...
Songs never heard as shopkeepers
toll waterways and patent every hue.
Smiles shine brighter than
freshly minted coins.
Every boy and girl a budding
Bounderby or Hetty Green.
This cashbox Venice that banished
Santa Claus centuries ago...
Where Soarin' Graveyards died hated
and Jens cursed with his last breath.
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