Wild Eyes

Sparrow hawk!
You sold me a bill of goods.
I am obviated by messes,
you bring me nothing!
If, and only if,
your tritium were worth
a mint,
I might have a confounded 
variable to add
to the x's and y's.
Don't ask again!
Into the fold, 
that's where bills go.
Under the old,
that's where you
can file that last new.
Entail, that's a word.
Email, that's absurd.
Underbunded,
cumberfunded,
I supposer
hosers
have called Canape
a da da da
until the late show
runs its course
and holes its one.