Well, this one probably breaks several "rules" of poetry, but I just couldn't hold back after reading your nutku, bwperdue. Very cool.
Ode to the peanut
From apples to zuchinni
Not a thing you can't slice
Your always in a pocket
Your weight will easily suffice
Subtle and suave
In suburbia you shall thrive
A handy tool at the ready
Will not scare the sheepish of tribe
Some handles are jigged
Some handles are worn
Of bones and of pearls
This nut has adorn
Some bolsters are bright
Others may not be as fair
Tis not beauty we need
only an edge! To slice the finest of hair
Thin oil on steel
And patina on blade
A knife to be passed on
If proper care so be made
New owners to be, hesitate naught
As ones size leaves plenty of room
And ask not if this nut is for you
But if you're worthy of this mighty legume