The first was the biggest,

But it was my own home.

So never in earnest

Did I find any wrong.

The second was so small,

It didn't have a hall.

The third was way smaller.

It's like a slice of cake.

Smaller and narrower,

The rest of it you ate.

The fourth was beautiful,

But it was for a fool.

The fifth was barely there,

Suspended in the air

And everyone can stare.

The sixth one has no name,

For I'm ordered by law

To omit this one name.

The seventh was low.

The eighth could be perfect

If noises don't affect.