Determined Again

There was acclamation at the acclimation, Because my acts did not feel axed or beat, And the loch was just beside us in notion, For my nudity to lock my up with the heat. I dared not dye my hair red, maybe I’d die, Both my crewed jumpers were crude enough, For my expressive arc, not Noah’s ark, hi, Discreet behaviour for my discrete stuff. Away with you! You’re insane! Not noble, Aweigh with you’re religious anchor heavy, Deceitful, you’re not stationary presumable, But you have stationery with an active levy.