Definition of "pippy"

The pomegranate salads of Spain I did not taste, and much do I regret it; but I must say that, though the red-cored pippy fruit may throw a pleasant acid halo about the shred lettuce luminous with golden oil, the fruit itself is a most ugly and disappointing thing in real life.

1859, Charles Dickens, Household Words, volume 19, page 445

The tomato hurtling from my hand hit a Bonzo Pup calendar hanging on the wall behind the now vanished head. The picture was obliterated behind a huge pippy red splash.

2010, Clarissa Lablache Cheer, Edwardian candlelight: My Childhood Memories, page 179

And if Blai, who had gone down the brookside with a withy basket, came back in time, maybe his mother would have made some of the sweet, dark, pippy mess that she brewed with blackberries and honey to spread on barley cakes; but more likely that would be tomorrow.

2014, Rosemary Sutcliff, Warrior Scarlet

"You ain't half as pippy as Mr. Carlyon was sometimes. It'll be all the same in a hundred years. Got a match?” Forsyth found no consolation in the fact that Carlyon was pippy.

1920, Francis Brett Young, E. Brett Young, Undergrowth, page 45

He could not bring himself to post his wife an unhappy letter he had written: 'I'm such a pippy miserable blighter that it would be a sin to convey it to you and just when you will want bracing up.'

2013, Anthony Fletcher, Life, Death, and Growing Up on the Western Front, page 58

Perhaps the good professor should add to his files Goolwa cockle: the name, according at least to the fishing books I have perused, the pippy goes under in South Australia.

1987, Bulletin with Newsweek - Volumes 108-109, page 10

I got it date-stamped at the library desk and put it in my pippy bag and trotted out into the bewildering sunshine.

2008, Frank Key, Gravitas, Punctilio, Rectitude & Pippy Bags, page 149

As a child, because the rumpled foreskin on my pippy stuck uncomfortably to the loose skin of my scrotum, I would occasionally be observed trying to separate them through my clothing.

2012, Paul Krassner, Confessions of a Raving, Unconfined Nut, page 3