Not Without a Washer

Something minute had been carefully tucked away, it was a nut Got loose, rolled helplessly away, had no direction afraid, she shut Her eyes, and slowly rolled towards a destined force, An eager bolt nearby bolt gave her the eye, she thought to pause, She looked at him said hi, but continued to roll and to strut, The bolt flirted outrageously with this shiny nut, that felt Maybe he should be bolted onto her, but quick action was now due The feeling in his gut sent urgent message, he whispered to the nut, that next door, there was an empty little hut, she thought a bit But excited so surprised, she rolled her eyes, was not about to quit, They tumbled and bumped and arrived at the hut together, at ease but excited, she coyly asked, may we use a washer please.