Austriere

Today is day of poetry,
And that is why you soon will see,
That even on our blog do we,
Use rhyme to tell our word to yee.

The word's an adjectival one,
It's not a very clever pun,
So hold your hat and grab a chair,
The word today is Austriere.

This word was coined in God knows when,
In a garden of a Zen Cheyenne,
Who knew but of a single man,
Whose skin was white and hardly tan.

He called him Heinz and he was dumb,
His lederhosen burnt his bum,
His mouth was ever full of gum,
Because of which his lips were numb.

But anyway what means this word?
It's flighty as a little bird,
To say the truth, we wouldn't know,
We can't be bothered, that is so.