By Denise
February 26 2003

Another selection of your fine entries for the Tim Stimpson poetry competition. There is still time to get your entry in - tigerspoems@yahoo.co.uk

ChrisC

We've heard about the the hand of Back
We've heard how bad we cheat
But what we've still not heard you know 
Is that there's a God in Stimmos feet

He'll kick 'em long
He'll kick 'em wide
There's no punt that will phase him
And you know that when the chips are down
Our Tim's the one to save 'em

So let's hear it for our Golden Boot
and for his sparkling play
We know that when our Stimmo's there
Tigers will win the day

Razcal

Tigers have had England fullbacks before,
Marcus Rose and Dusty Hare made crowds roar,
But a fan would be without all reason,
To deny the best is our Tim Stimpson.
 
Though we all know he is simply the best,
Andrew and Woodward have been less impressed.
But that helps to highlight the ignorance,
Which both bores use to assess performance.
 
Why the first man to a thousand league points,
Is not the one the England coach annoints,
Will long remain a murky mystery,
Like the try the fourth ref said could not be.
 
But its for many kicks both short and long,
On all grounds from Paris to Perpignan,
That we revere the deeds of our hero,
Making us chant loudly, "Stimmo, Stimmo."
 
Who can forget the hush oh so deathly,
As he took THAT kick against Llanelli?
For guts that gave his cheek a metal plate,
We applaud Tiger Tim a Tigers great.

Ro

Now Stimmo is our best full-back
He's called the Golden Boot
For he's our first-choice kicker
Who can win us lots of loot
He's the bafflement of wingers
And an outside half's despair
Cos when the Garyowens fall
Stimmo's always there.

He can cut through teams' defences
As he gallops up the pitch 
And bowls over poor defenders
With uncompromising hits
He can run it, he can kick it
His range is something rare
And when the pressure's bearing down
Stimmo's always there.

Tim Stimpson's quite a tall bloke
With a firm and chiselled jaw
And he's the master full back
Whom the Tigers' fans adore
But it isn't just a girl thing
It's a love that we all share
Cos when the points need kicking
Stimmo's always there.

When the Legend'ry McLaren
Commentated on that day
That we raised the cup in Paris
Auld Bill was heard to say
"He's a big strong laddie, Stimmo
And his play is firm but fair"
But when Stade made their last-gasp break
Then Stimmo, he was there!


(and I know, cos I was there)

Ra

He flew in from the Falcons, who had failed to use his skill.
Their loss was our advantage and we're benefiting still.
His great right foot has seen off many a challenge without doot.
The first to kick a thousand points and win a golden boot.

He's famous for that "last gasp" kick that often saves the day,
We saw it at the Forest ground beneath a sky of grey.
He got us to the final, and in that final shone, 
Man of the match awarded. Ah, the memory lingers on.

He's nice, he's smart, he's handsome, he's our bionic man.
He's a favourite with the ladies, who all chase him when they can.
He's the one and only Stimmo; he's an anthropologist,
He's kicked us many a wondrous goal (and hardly ever missed).
He'll go on to kick a thousand more, and go down in history,
And when May comes round, in Dublin, he'll secure our victory.