TALE DEMEANOR

I once heard a sordid tale
Of hate and lust
Both in one stale tale
Of misery and disgust
To make its froth like ale
Of revenge and distrust
That bubbled from its froth
And liquid so red
That trickled and came forth
Of all the tales
I willed my ears hear!
No one did sound
As gruesome as this here
I did hear a sordid tale
That could make a snail trot
And make wrinkle
The length of a pig's snout