Writing Sonnets by Gregory Aldip

The sonnet form is old and full of dust
And yet I have to write one well
To learn new forms and grow is a must
But I will learn it quickly I can tell
And so I sit today with pen in hand
Composing three new quatrains with a rhyme
The rhythm flows like wind at my command
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
The hope on me succeeding brightly shines
The effort's huge; I have to wrack my brains
But I persist my fourteen lines now done
I wrote my poem, my sonnet work is done.