You could poke fun at Milton or Shakespeare if you liked, and make them utterly ridiculous.

Don't you hate parodies, Miss Templeton?
To me they are utterly profane and detestable, and the cleverer they are the more I abhor them." "We think alike there," returned Elizabeth eagerly.

"I remember that Cedric read such capital parodies once on 'Excelsior' and 'Locksley Hall,' and I have never been able to enjoy those poems since.

I have utterly refused to listen to any more.

Oh," interrupting herself, "there is Dinah on the look-out for us." They caught sight of the trim little figure in gray silk waiting for them in the porch.