Myrtle

A funny pilgrim on a crazy crusade
A saucy chaucer, a sorry chapter mislaid
Whittled with an exacto knife
Plum right through my load bearing wall
I'm horrified now that i could do such a thing
But i thought i heard the singer

I've heard those chimes so many other times
But if i gave in,it had to of been
I whupped it out, and destroyed my selfish cocoon
Since i gave in, it had to of been

I'm not an optimist, i'm not a realist
I might be a subrealist, but i can't substantiate
It was bigger than me and i felt like a sick child
Dragged by a donkey, through the myrtle