Gertrude Stein.

Writing Steinian verse in class...
upon viewing the object, we wrote our own.
These are mine:

Fork
Battlements at the forefront of a cave.

Beaded Necklace
Slinking silver pulls along the strand,
stranded in the hands.

Sponge (with handle)
A limb from the soft cushion of her parts.

Race Car
Black in darkness, speed in sound,
speeding stopped still.

Bow Tie Pasta
Rough around the edges until you butter her up,
softening in the warmth.