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The shotgun double glided into the lead
Elbowing aside the flashy Tudor
Which had led the field for several laps
Open doors had been ruled in
The previous year
Benefiting shotguns
With their lined-up doors
Wind whistling through like a buckshot blast
But coming up on the inside
Here's one of those new tiny houses
A doghouse, really
Shouldn't have been allowed in
No one could have any kind
Of life in a cage like that
But here it comes
Skating the white line
Passing the double
Taking the lead
Oh no!
The big house strikes back
Angling left, it crushes the upstart
It's gone, this is awful
But wait, what's this
Out the god damn front door
The pipsqueak hurtles
Across the finish line
For the win
And proves:
Size IS everything!