The sonnet form is old and full of dust
And yet I want to learn to write one well.
To learn new forms and grow is quite a must,
But I will learn it quickly, I can tell.
And so I sit, today, with hand on iPad,
Composing three new quatrains with a rhyme.
The rhythm flows like the wind a tad,
The A-B-A-B form consumes my time.
But I’m not done until there’s fourteen lines.
One ending couplet, after three quatrains.
I’ve tried to write this new form several times.
The effort’s huge; I have to train my brain.
But I persist, my fourteen lines now done.
I wrote my poem; my sonnet work is won.
*I tried adding a picture of Shakespeare with fratty sunglasses on, but my iPad won't let me.
