Weaver's Challenge

If there's one thing I can't resist, it's a challenge. Therefore yesterday, when this wonderful lady took time off from writing one of her delightful posts, she came to throw down the gauntlet on one of mine. Having realised that any oddball word would start my grey cells in motion, what did she caste before me but 'Nutcrackers!' As soon as I read her comment, I immediately had visions of myself as a nut...NO! Not the nutty woman sort, though I know, that you know, that I know I am one of those to the very core...er...kernel; I immediately became imprisoned in a nutshell, from which dark place I let the following lines hammer their way to air.


In A Nutshell

I know I'm a nut,
in need of a cracker.
I sit in my shell
while the day just gets blacker.

Alone and unchewed -
how long must I wallow
before someone cracks me
and eats with one swallow

my nutty gold kernel?
I'm wasted, in here.
Please, crack me soon
and eat me, my dear!

Now you all have the opportunity of telling me which KIND of nut you think I am...plus your ideas of how to crack me, perhaps...Can't wait to read your answers!

P.S. I did hope for one moment, it being the day Flash 55 goes the rounds of Blogland, that this piece of idiocy may have contained the required word count, but for the sake of rhyme and whatever little reason it possesses, I can't get below 58. Tant pis. After editing this I did a recount, and by George! I think I've got it - I make it 55 after all!!! Howzat?!!!