We are to give them life, get them out there to join the party.
Although I have used one of Izy's lines to open my poem, it doesn't necessarily have to be the first line. It just has to be in there, somewhere, meeting the world for the first (or second, if you count Izy's list) time.
Although she wouldn’t admit it,
Jill knew she was slowly turning
into a hula hoop.
It would take one more chocolate cake,
or a bag of butterscotch chip cookies,
then she would be as big around
as the toy her mother played with
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She could use it for a belt
instead of sewing it into
the hem of a dress,
as she had
She wouldn’t admit it,
but she knew in her heart,
Hula Hoops R'nt us
but us R Hula Hoops