Posted in Blues Poem

Visiting Blues

The blues are visiting me again

                       I don’t know how to ask them to leave

They are the old friends that arrive

                           At your door that you are

Obligated to let it

But then, they just won’t leave

            They just won’t go away

Hanging on and hanging on,

                           Persistently lingering

Until you are so tired and mad

                                   That you want to scream and pull

  Your hair out

I NEED to kick these blues to the curb

                        Tell them never to come back and torture me

I am too tired, too young

   To deal with them

I need to tell them to go bother

                                                Someone else


                                         I don’t have the time or the energy

  To deal with all the grief and the

                   Low-down bad feelings they give me

I must…..I MUST

                                Put my feet to the floor

Look the blues in the face

                       And demand,

          Ever so firmly,

That they go away

                                        Not tomorrow

                                         Or the next day

                                         Or three weeks from now

                                    But TODAY

These old-obnoxious-visitin, lyin-cheatin, blues

                                                          MUST LEAVE TODAY!!!



A. Snyder




Posted in Cynical Poetry


We are all ugly.

All of us.

On the inside we have festering


bursting open, splaying forth all the

bitterness, hate, and resentments of our past

and present.

We are all ugly.

We are ugly people,

with ugly lives,

fighting to survive in ugly times.

Our ugly behaviors are killing each other

and Mother Earth, desecrating her

beauty, her natural, life-sustaining charms.

Ugly people committing ugly deeds,

having ugly children

to pollute, to over populate,

to stain, to strain, the Earth.

And in the end all that will

be left is nothing.

Nothing but




Posted in Beer Spotlight, Uncategorized

BEER SPOTLIGHT # 2: McEwan’s Scotch Ale.


Aye, ya better run for the Highlands with this delectable brew! Once again, I am giving my thoughts on a Scottish beer. Funny, my first two reviews on beer have been from Scotland, ( I must be on a Kilt kick! ) but McEwan’s and Crabbie’s couldn’t be more different. Gone is the ginger and orange taste that Crabbie’s offered,¬†with it’s lighter finish. Here with McEwan’s,¬†the beer¬†is a bit heavier, with chocolatey/caramel sweet notes.¬†It has a great after taste. I was playing the bagpipes by the time I had finished it.¬†HA HA! IT IS THAT FECKIN GOOD. It pairs well with other Scottish items too, such as the Scottish mystery¬† book that I am reading right now, “Cold Granite” by Stuart McBride, or any Ian Rankin novel. I was sippin away watching Shetland on Netflix and had to wonder if it is the Scottish folks go to beer when socializing.

All in all, McEwan’s gets 5 Kilts outta 5 Kilts¬†from me.

Highly recommended

XOXO, Alehouse


Posted in Beer Spotlight

Lip Smackin Good: CRABBIE’s Orange



¬†¬†¬†¬† Oh, do I love a good beer! After all, my moniker isn’t ‘Alehouse’ for nuttin! Folks who love ginger, orange flavor, and BEER!…….. will¬†go gaga over this¬†UK import. It’s light and spicey with generous hints of orange and ginger. It¬†tickles one’s taste buds while quenching a real beer thirst. When I first had a sip I had a super duper¬†mega-mouthgasm and it has been love at first drink ever since!!! WOO-HOOOOO!!!!

I recommend this to any and all who like something different and fun. And we know how much fun beer can be when we have had more than three….Hee hee. With Crabbie’s Orange I almost wanna throw on a kilt and play some bagpipes. Or better yet, molest a sexy Scottish dude. HAHAHAHAHA!!!!


Reviewed with love,

Alehouse Aggie




Posted in Uncategorized

Plain Jane

I was born a plain jane

A plain jane¬† I’ll always be

A plain jane, baby

Oh, what do you see in me?

You’re a fine lookin’ daddy,

A sweet humored laddie

Half-Spanish and half-Paddy.

Oh, what do you see in me?

You could have any dame that you want

You could have any damn lass you please

But your true love is for this old plain jane

Yeah, you fall upon your knees

And give me what I need.

Oh, I was born a plain jane

A plain jane I’ll always be

But my little sexy sugar boy

Gives me hot kisses wild and free.

“I love my old plain jane,” he croons

” I love you baby, bad. You make me strong. You make me laugh.

You’re the best I’ve ever had. “

Now there is no reason to lie

And no reason to explain

My little daddy just don’t like glamour pusses

Instead he loves this old plain jane.

A. Snyder-Cousino