The article cites this poem as an example of a body blazon:
by Thomas Hood
T'was in the middle of the night
To sleep young William tried
When Mary's ghost came stealing in
And stood by his bedside
Oh William dear, oh William dear,
My rest eternal ceases
For alas my everlasting peace
Is broken into pieces.
I thought the end of all my cares
would end with my last minute
But when I came to my last home
I didn't stay long in it
The body snatchers they have come
and made a snatch of me
Oh it's very hard those kind of men
won't let a body be.
The arm that used to take your arm
Is took by Dr. Weiss
And both my legs have gone
To walk the hospital at Guys.
As for my feet, my little feet
You used to call so pretty
There's one I know, in Bedford Row
The other's in the city.
I vowed that you should have my hand
and fate gave no denial
You find it there at Dr. Bell's
in spiritus and a vial.
I can't tell where my head is at
but Dr. Carpo can
As for my truck it's all packed up
to go by Pickford's van
I wish you'd go to Mr. P.
and save me such a ride
For I don't half like the outside place
he's picked for my inside.
The cock it crows, I must be gone
Dear William we must part
I'll be yours in death although
Sir Ashley has my heart.
Don't go to weep upon my grave
And think that there I'll be
For they haven't left an atom there
Of my Anatomy.