A poem

I’ve been compared to Eric

Yes I’ve been compared to Eric
And the reason why, is that
Our styles are so very similar
When I’m plucking at my Strat.

As my fingers surf the fretboard
And my feet control the pedals,
I wear these words around my neck
Like a row of polished medals.

Maybe they’ll give me a name –
Something like Slowhand
And girls will scream when I play
Lead in a massive blues-rock band.

I could have got big-headed
I think you get the gist, so
I suppose it’s not so bad to learn
That they meant Eric Bristow.