Alchemisland

If you’re old enough to read the Beano 

You’re old enough to sit at table eating 

Grab a plate and a glass of vino 

Hold it aloft for a toast

Too often you were with people older 

The host smiles, how you’ve grown 

Too young for the world on your shoulder

Too young for this chip on your shoulder

Cold enough to strip your skin

On this old ship