Belugarised

“Mummy, what’s that”
“What’s what”
“In the jar”
“That, my dear boy, is the best caviar
We had friends for dinner
Last evening, my sweet
So I got something special 
To give them a treat
It’s fish eggs my dear,
They are eggs from a fish
It’s ever so nice 
You can try if you wish, 
My word, it’s all gone
You’ve eaten the lot
You’ve polished it off
You’ve emptied the pot
What’s that, you feel ill
Well I’m not so surprised
I’m afraid my young man
You’ve been belugarised

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