The sonnet form is old and full of dust
And yet I want to learn to write one well
To learn these new forms, growth is quite a must
But I will learn it quickly I can tell
And I sit today with a pen in hand
Thinking of three new quatrains with a rhyme
The rhythm flows like wind at my command
The A-B-A-B form takes up 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 work is huge, I have to work my brain
But I finished my fourteen lines, so fun
I wrote my poem, my sonnet is done