Those Extrav. Dances

Than Margery Mylkeducke
Her kyrtell she did uptucke
An ynche above her kne,
Her legges that ye myghte se;
But they were sturdy and stubbed
Myghty pestels and clubbed,
As fayre and as whyte
As the fote of a kyte:
She was somewhat foule,
Crokenecked like an oule;
And yet she brought her fees,
A cantell of Essex chese
Was well a fote thycke;
Full of maggottes quycke;
It was huge and greate,
And myghty stronge meate
For the devyll to eate;
It teas tart and punyete: