There was a young man from Racine
Who was weaned at the age of eighteen.
He said, "I'll admit
There's no milk in the tit,
But think of the fun it has been."

There was a young lady of Maine
Who declared she'd a man on her brain.
But you knew from the view
Of her waist as it grew
It was not on her brain that he'd lain.

A seamstress at Epping-on-Tyne 
               Used to peddle her tail down the line. 
                    She first got a crown, 
                    But her prices went down--- 
               Now she'll fit you for ten pence or nine. 

There once was a horse named Lily 
               Whose dingus was really a dilly. 
                    It was vaganoid duply, 
                    And labial quadruply--- 
               In fact, he was really a filly. 

On a grave from the 1880's in Nantucket, Massachusetts:

Under the sod and under the trees
Lies the body of Jonathan Pease.
He is not here, there's only the pod:
Pease shelled out and went to God.