Tempus Peregrinator's Song Page
	Pox on you
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(belch)"Pox on you (belch) for a Fop," "your stomach too queazy cannot I Belch and fart, you Coxcomb to ease me,             Fool. Derived from a hat, in the shape of a rooster's comb, worn by jesters. what if I let fly in your Face, and shall please ye?" "Fogh, fogb, how sow'r he smells, now he's at it again, out ye Beast, I never met so nasty a man, I'm not able to bear it", "What the Devil d'ye mean? no less that a Ceasair             Dr. Caesar was one of company of catch-singer. decreed with great reason no restraint shou'd be laid on the Bum or the Weason             -Esophagus. for Belching and farting were always in season."