Title: Kind of Doctor
(thanks, Janet, for letting me bend the rules)
Author: Shoshana
Description:
Filk adapted, with extra verses, from “Kind of Woman”
from Pippin, music and
lyrics by Stephen Schwartz. Companion
piece to “Kind of Vulcan.”
Pairing: S/Mc
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. Not a molecule, atom, quark
or vibrating string of it. Nor do I own
or profit in any way from
the lyrics of Pippin. Not a stanza, line,
word or syllable.
Author’s
note: The reader is invited to view this somewhat
over-the-top but very competently sung performance of
“Kind of Woman,” from a Canadian television production of
Pippin.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tymhh2rC_Ag&feature=related
I’m
your average, ordinary kind of Doctor
Competent
and kind
(Though
I made you blind)
Medics
as cranky
You
meet often I know
At
least Doc Pulaski
And
there’s that Voyager show
I’m
your typical, customary kind of Doctor
My
eyes are real blue
My
scrub top is too
Hate
to transport
Or
tell Jim that “he’s dead”
I
bet the postmort
Proves
the shirt to be red
I’m
your commonplace, ordinary kind of Doctor
When
I got divorced
To
space I was forced
Born
in the South
I
drawl only when tired
I’m
known for my mouth
Not
the daughter I sired
I’m your
everyday, customary kind of Doctor
I know how to
heal
Bad wounds I
can seal
Holes in my
heart
I can’t
seem to repair
But one would
depart
Learning
someone might care
I’m
your regular, ordinary kind of Doctor
Good
for a consult
Or
a quick insult
Loving
to argue
I
don’t mean to be mean
With
words that’ll tar you
’Bout
your blood being green
I’m
your usual, customary kind of Doctor
I’m
oddly unnerved
By
eyebrows uncurved
Coy
are my carps
About
skin of green tint
And
ears pointed sharp
(Can’t
you take a damn hint?)
I’m
your hardly extraordinary kind of Doctor
Occasionally
cross
In Sick
Bay I’m boss
Perhaps
a bit temperamental
Overflowing
with zeal
Just
your average ideal
My telling you
this
May seem sudden
and strange
It may not interest
you much at all right now
But things change
Things change
Still I’ll
understand if I’m not your kind of Doctor
Any Vulcan can
make
One terrible
mistake
But I’ve
no vexing habits
Though I do
like to mock
For I’m
just a plain, bona fide
Peach-eatin’,
baggy-eyed
Hard-drinkin’,
ornery
Ol’ country
doc!
S.