There’s clutter in the basement.

There are boxes everywhere.

I’ve even found a basket

Of my father’s underwear.

And look, I’ve found some candy.

They look like a tasty treat.

But they are ten years old,

And not suitable to eat.

Now I’ve found a calendar.

It says  2001.

And here’s an old video.

It’s called “Buns on the Run.”

I located a flag.

It looks all tattered and worn.

Here’s another video.

It’s called “Swept Away by the Storm.”

Say I’ve just found a map.

I’ve also found a cloak.

All of a sudden, I’m invisible.

This must be a joke.

My basement feels damp.

It’s not very appealing.

Looking up at the tiles.

I see a leaky ceiling.

I think I’ve seen enough.

I’m calling it a day.

Oh look, I’ve discovered,

A picture of Aunt May.

I’m getting a strange tingling.

It’s time for me to leave.

Otherwise this web I’m spinning

Will be difficult to conceive.