TIPSY

TIPSY

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
"

a bit too much....

"

 

The second glass of sherry proceeds straight to my head

As I launch a few giggles aloud

The bartender arrives at my table with the check

And inquires how I feel

How embarrassed I am at this moment

He offers to retrieve a cab for me

I hand him Edward’s card and pay the bill

He sees me struggling to lift off the chair and helps me up

Now, I feel my cheeks flush

T’s time to leave I should think

Though my giggles are a precursor to a pleasant life I believe

 

Edward arrives just in time, as I do feel a bit tipsy

He greets me with his usual smile and queries about my condition

I respond with a suitable grin and reveal that everything is just perfect, as I hiccup

I conclude that he knows very well I am drunk!

The result is that the ride to the hotel is full of conversation and laughter

I muse to myself as I exit the cab that Edward is quite enjoyable

I thank him for the ride and offer to pay

Yet he keeps refusing

He bids me well and I wave goodbye

 

Now I am at the hotel and Christine notes my tipsiness

She helps me up the stairs to my room and advises that she

shall bring some supper to me

I am flattered at the room service, yet shall not take advantage

I promptly change into my lounging gown, still with hiccups which should cease when I eat my supper

Christine knocks, and I answer pronto

Shepherd’s pie, small peas and a raspberry tort for dessert

How lovely this is…

Water is my only liquid

I eat rapidly as I am quite hungry

Next, I put my tray outside my door

I must digest before I lay on the bed

So, I sit on the small, cushioned chair, my hiccups have ceased and I muse about everything in my life

One event after another until I doze off

 

I awaken suddenly and discern that I am still

Sitting on my chair

I surmise my musing about life events was nought

At present I ponder about my doctor appointment tomorrow

A bit anxious regarding his opinion of my pregnancy status

Oh, I still to worry so much

I am quite sure he shall conclude that all is well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


© 2026 Betty Hermelee


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Betty Hermelee
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Well, it's certainly good to have friends when you need them. A third glass of sherry might have necessitated an ambulance.

Posted 6 Days Ago


Betty Hermelee

6 Days Ago

Hi my friend!!! Well yes, but she is a nervous Nelly!!
Thank you for always supporting my cra.. read more
Betty,
As they say "In vino veritas." I'm not a fan of being tipsy, and weaving while I walk, but a bit of a buzz at home with some good TV makes for a pleasant evening. Add a nice cuddle and the whole world is cushioned.
But there is no worry like the worry about a nine-month surprise package inexorably on the way...
It happened to me in 1968, the year I learned it was possible to sweat bullets, and was expert after six weeks or so... But AHHH! the relief when it proved false!
Vol

Posted 6 Days Ago


Betty Hermelee

6 Days Ago

Dear Vol
Thank you so much for your lovely and personal review!!!
see you on FB!!!
read more
Tipsy, oh Betty, I haven’t heard that word for such a long time. There is something so quaint and old fashioned about it. I enjoyed this further installment from you, and am wondering what will happen next. Happy Sunday.

Chris

Posted 6 Days Ago


Betty Hermelee

6 Days Ago

Dear Chris
Always such a lovely review from you... you seem to have the touch you and thank y.. read more


You have such a unique style and way with words Betty & I am such a fan .. All good things, Neville

Posted 6 Days Ago


Betty Hermelee

6 Days Ago

Thank you Neville, always a pleasure to hear from you!!!
Warmly, B

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Added on March 27, 2026
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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..