poem on caviar?

Question

a poem on caviar which tells something about it, which is interesting.
the poem should be on the caviar that is eatable, which we eat.

Answer 1

A 20 year old Sturgeon swimming in the sea
Minding her own business, just reached maturity
Producing eggs as black as coal is where this all begins
Her eggs will lighten year by year and all end up in tins.

A 100 year old Sturgeon frequenting the Caspian Sea
With an abundance of pearl like eggs as white as they can be
Her roes are to be exalted and worshiped from afar
The older the creator, the more expensive the Caviar

Answer 2

My friend ate a dish,
which came from a fish.
she said it was something new she tried.
I like to eat fish baked or fried.
when she give me my plate, my face turned green
it was the grosses thing, I had ever seen.
I would rather eat the chair legs
than eat a pile of fish eggs!



ewwww lol