Funny Sonnet, Kind Of, Not Really

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.