I was reading "Fearful Symmetry: The Search for Beauty in Modern Physics" and came across the following poem:
Cosmic Gall by John Updike
NEUTRINOS, they are very small.
They have no charge and have no mass
And do not interact at all.
The earth is just a silly ball
To them, through which they simply pass,
Like dustmaids down a drafty hall
Or photons through a sheet of glass.
They snub the most exquisite gas,
Ignore the most substantial wall,
Cold shoulder steel and sounding brass,
Insult the stallion in his stall,
And scorning barriers of class,
Infiltrate you and me! Like tall
and painless guillotines, they fall
Down through our heads into the grass.
At night, they enter at Nepal
and pierce the lover and his lass
From underneath the bed-you call
It wonderful; I call it crass.
... Hmm, sounds like someone is being a prude! Or mocking one wahaha :-P
I also love how the author of the book said that he decided to study physics rather than art history because he finds Nature's parity violations so much more seductive than any artwork.