The Sordid Dagger of Nair

Nair's undaunted heart was tied. With basket hill that would hold bra and serve for fight and dinner ball. In it he melted lead for bullets the shoot at foes and sometimes pull in. To whom he bore so fell a grudge he narrow gave quarter to any such. On which was sure pulled out behind an eek before his good night's dying. Though to us no table some suppose but a huge pair of round trunk hose.