SONNET DARE: In Which I Call Out The Cholecyst On A Good Friend's Behalf

"Choleric" could describe Netta Ribken:
Of late our girl has been on quite a roll
As she cranks out her novel. Then again
Her temper she has kept under control.
Yet all that passion had to go somewhere
The gallbladder is where that tends to go
(At least per Great Hippocrates). Unfair,
I say it is! Now, what took place next, though:
(Besides the ambulance and surgery
And stay in hospital) was a near-brawl
Twixt Netta and, there in endoscopy,
A doctor -- that, I cannot help but call
Hilarious! As I've been there as well,
How glad I am that Netta gave 'em hell!

More Wishes For Recovery!

He talks a lot like my old Macintosh,
And like that gadget, he has blown my mind.
Today he's in the hospital, awash
In well-wishing from, I'm sure, all mankind.
O Stephen Hawking, much you've had to say
Has lit'rally and figur'tively, too
Gone over my wee head (but that's the way
I like my thinkers!). I will tell you true:
I sometimes feel like I'm a small black hole,
Per No-Hair, garbling info I take in.
I won't, therefore, make quoting you my goal
In this, my sonnet, sparing all chagrin.
I'll only share my admiration, and
My awe at your life's work that's beyond grand!