Lewis Carroll, IIRC, parodied "I dreamt I dwelt..." as follows:

I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls,
And each damp thing that creeps and crawls
Went wibble-wabble on the walls.

A long time ago I heard:

Last night I tickled my grandfather's balls
With oil on the end of a feather,
But what seemed to please the old gentleman most
Was knocking them gently together....
Cetera desunt.