I lived in Slovakia until i was four, when me and my family moved to England. Here i am now, in England. I like writing and stuff. I want to be a published author when i'm older too.)
Lost: (
In a terrible fog i once lost my way,
Where i had wandered i could not say
I found a signpost by a fence,
But i could not read it, the fog was so dense,
Slowly but surely, frightened to roam,
I climbed up the post for my nearest way home,
Striking a match i turned cold and faint,
These were the words on it, 'Mind The Wet Paint.'