Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Fourteen

On my fourteenth birthday I got

Mad at my Mom and ran away.

Was reprimanded so I thought

I'd just disappear and not say

Anything to the folks and went

Out into the woods for a walk.

Into a ravine I got sent

When I stumbled upon a rock.

Survived the fall but my leg broke.

For two days I was stuck down there.

It all seemed like a real bad joke.

My resentment turned to despair.

My lucky number is fourteen.

I was rescued from the ravine.