Some not so dusty Plodders not so wet Behind the ears as you Say you can smell the rain Approaching if you’d just stop Long enough to unclog your nostrils.
NB: Hopefully, this poem should need no gloss, but as we're dealing with languages here--and very difficult ones at that--I'd just like to add that when a Greek comes up against something written or said that he/she does not understand, the phrase used is "It's all Chinese to me."