As someone mentioned looking forward to odes to inanimate objects, I feel the need to oblige. This, my friends, is:
To A Spoon
O’ lovely Spoon, it’s roundness pleasing,
From a jar, its contents easing
Delights, for my delectation,
The vehicle of this revelation.
A Spoon – such a simple artifice!
From a handle a scoop doth kiss
Upon merry ladies at their tea
One sugar, my dear, or perhaps three?
At this convenience I cannot say
But that I knowest mine heart doth stray
Upon a Knife, or Fork, it’s true –
When a Spoon just will not do.