There’s a monster in my living room.

It’s red, yellow, purple, green and blue.

Within its mouth, one hundred orbs

Of various blinding, noxious hues.

It greets me daily when I rise

To feed my furry feline friends.

It sits here now before my eyes –

Distracts me to no freaking end….

I give you a photograph, but (WARNING) do not look at it directly, for doing so may cause blindness:

Yes, this gaudy beast is sitting in my living room. (Could you just SCREAM!) You walk into the house, and THIS is the first thing you’ll see:

Is it not monstrous? Is it not absurd?!

And, yet…. As ridiculously humungous, obnoxiously bright and terrifyingly atrocious as this thing is in my otherwise-lovely living room…, the little monkey loves it. LOVES it. As soon as she sees it in the morning, she crawls inside excitedly and kick-kick-kicks the balls ferociously! She loves to stand inside it, to store her toys in it, to play peek-a-boo through all its windows, and, of course, to pick up her fan mail:

When she’s older, she’ll do puppet shows inside it (and I will melt with proud adoration!):

Now, if only her daddy didn’t enjoy it so much…:

PEEK-A-BOO!