Capitol Hill

Wandering the busy streets of Capitol Hill,

His own unsuccessful shill,

Not a customer there that would waste the time,

To throw a coin in a hat for a poorly executed pantomime.

 

A princess cut fell on shiny oak,

Caused it to stoke, And burned away the beauty of the veneer.

All that remained was a heavy gem among ashen fear.

 

On Capitol Hill, A spider wove a web to catch it's prey,

And soon became its own buffet.

Reviews

[JLD]

This was a clever poem. It is well written. I had to read it twice to get all of the details. Plus, the word 'shill' was a new one for me, and I love learning fun new words. Well done! I will check out more of your poems in the future.

[Thefierycrash]

Thanks! I wrote it from my phone and just noticed a word was missing. What do you think it's about? I think I will keep writing these.