The Hell

Margaritas in a blender, Sans the lime juice, soon will render recipes for all-night benders. It's party time, with fun galore! Supplies are low; it's time for more. Against advice, drive to the store, hit the wall and crunch the fender. Your girlfriend's car, and she's aghast; the evening going downhill fast. Your hookup chances likely passed; spend the late hours swiping Tinder. Bombs detonating in your head... What might that be that's in your bed? You feel the rising sense of dread, not so sure about the gender… ---------- A Zejel, a Spanish form pronounced 'the-hell'. aaa bbba ccca ddda with 8-syllable lines (not required) A purely fictional poem based on the pronunciation of the form :-)