Answer:
What is put on a table, cut, but never eaten?
Hold the tail, while I fish for you.
What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
What is eaten but not grown and was born in water but will disappear if soaked?
It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.