The Spoonbill Generator

Plunder of the Phigosia

I have dined with the Gods, and yet [N]

I don't cotton to ambrosia [Anon.]

There dancing on the wall, my silhouette [N]

I've given it a name--Phigosia [F]

I have spoken with the Devil, but still [N]

His threats I found rather silly [F]

And so I taunted him, until [Ethetran]

Hell itself turned rather chilly [N]

Contributors: N, F, Ethetran.
Poem finished: 22nd September 2003.