Rosy Josie

I used to be known in my family for writing limericks. I don't know if that counts as a dubious distinction or not, but tonight as I was watching Josie stuff down her third...no maybe it was fourth or fifth helping of food while Jim put the "no nap twins" to bed, I realized it had been a very long time since I had composed a limerick. So of course I had to make one up.

I once knew a girl named Josie.
Her disposition was sunny and rosy.
She would eat a ton,
For energy to run,
For in her brothers' concerns she was nosy.

Perhaps not a perfect specimen of the limerick meter but hey, it's been awhile.