Manager, head-clerk, porter, doorman and page, he told them, one and all, what a dotty old spoof of a country they lived in; that they were all dead-alive persons, fit to be neither under nor above earth; that they wouldn't be one-two in a race with January molasses-"Treacle, I believe you call it here!"
"The Voice in the Fog"
Harold MacGrath
In the days when Mark Twain was writing, it was considered good form to spoof not only the classics but surplus learning of any kind.
"Love Conquers All"
Robert C. Benchley
Yet still though his eyes were thick with sleep and sea air life was full of a host of things and coincidences of a terrible nature and it was quite within the bounds of possibility that it was not an entire fabrication though at first blush there was not much inherent probability in all the spoof he got off his chest being strictly accurate gospel.
"Ulysses"
James Joyce