The horse's mouth

 
 
There is a smell about the place    
 once a year and only on this Day    
potatoes, sprouts and carrots    
parsnips roasted brown and sweet,    
washed down with more than's good      
to celebrate a birth we've heard of    
on our mothers' knee.    
    
Should it not be true . . .    
have we been deceived?    
if so there is a loss for all.    
I have read the Book as you,    
not sure the tale is as it seems,.  
read no further than the words    
listened to the sermons.    
The horse's mouth has many teeth    
count them at your peril.