He called her his “Little Nut,”
Because every mighty oak,
Started out as a lil’ nut that just wouldn’t quit 🙂
So she spends her days waiting for him,
To wake up on the other side of the pond.
Her 3am became the breaking of the fast.
He was like lightning in a bottle,
On that screen,
And she had to drink it,
Had to feel it coursing through her veins.