On the twelfth day of moving my basement gave to me

1. Twelve old shirt boxes cycled from pajamas and button downs over Christmases past.
2. Eleven million spider victim carcasses webbed across pretty much everything.
3. Ten busted picture frames.
4. Nine moldy sport bags.
5. Eight disgusting wooden crab mallets.
6. Seven printers spanning a history from dot-matrix to ink-jet. (somehow not a one thrown away)
7. Six kiddie vehicles like scooters and skateboards and skates.
8. Fiiiiivvvve C. P. U.’s.
9. Four sets of old bathroom rugs.
10. Three boxes of Playstation 2 games.
11. Two screens–a monitor and a portable black and white TV from college.
12. And a Hafler amp salvaged from an old theatre rack.

The chorus was followed by a trip to the dump and a de-accumulation achievement.