sonnet You swore you never

You swore you never spoke a flagrant fib
I nodded shrugged and sighed at signal loss
You made of me a gob that gossips glib
A charging child who signs in single cross
Im called your babe which brings to mind a bib
My mane it ages bare as baby floss
Your sarcasm lilted levels no ad lib
My mane it framed once face as dense as moss
You claim yourself ironic hot or cold
I get that camouflage you share as shield
Your own threads coloured locks of phony gold
One day well colourise souls stem cell healed
But sunburnt by a cloudy summer day
You blush a sunrise red your fibs all gray
Chorus day giorno tog