Celebrating Ragnvald!

It's 2.21 AM, and I've been out celebrating Ragnvald's Master thesis... Here's a drunk surrealistic poetry, as I've promised:

It's raining, and my wheelchair is broken down.
Why, you say? That is beyond my reasonable eyes.
The flies are busy annoying me.
The dawn is reflecting my car's ears.
How can bumblebees fly?
Beats me, the blind lady foresaw.

OK, that must be an all time low... Thank you Ragnvald, for pushing me this far.. How can I look in the mirror and face myself now? Damn... Well, good night everybody!