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Archive for April, 2009

Swine Flu Widgets, Are You Afraid?

April 30th, 2009 | Posted in Dirty Thoughts of a Blue Widget

So many swine flu widgets are spreading in the air,

From Mexico to Texas and Europe, so we swear

To cancel our vacations and stay inside our homes,

And every single Sunday go praying at the domes.

There’s no vaccine discovered, but scientists don’t sleep,

They study pigs and chicken and maybe even sheep,

To give us antibodies to poor and to rich,

So we’ll be once more able to spend time on the beach.

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Thermal Curtains, Insulated Minds, R-Value of Living

April 29th, 2009 | Posted in Dirty Thoughts of a Blue Widget

If you can’t explain how thermal curtains affect R-value, and you can’t accept they do,

You have to step back and think of this, too:

Hot air is always lighter than the cold.

Don’t argue on this one, as it’s really old.

Insulation is key to a happy, warm life,

Otherwise the cold will cut you like a knife,

Despite your great Hunter Douglas blinds you like so much.

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Designer Bags, Widgets and Laptops

April 27th, 2009 | Posted in Dirty Blue Widgets of Sadness

What’s the purpose of designer laptop bags, other than making others jealous of your welfare?

If you buy a special Puma model laptop case, all your colleagues would stare,

Thinking that you’re the ideal business woman, stylish and rich,

When in fact they are jerks who’d like to see you on the nudist beach.

So, buy a cheap sleeve for your expensive MacBook Air

And see if anybody would still dare to stare!

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The High Chairs Poem

April 7th, 2009 | Posted in Dirty Blue Widgets of Love

The human nature is set to quickly forget,
Like high chairs are the best a child can get
When it comes to baby feeding with the spoon
And the baby makes noises we hear from the Moon.

Among all those diapers and bottles and stuff,
Rules a mother’s love, the rest is all fluff!

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