Color-Coded

I have a friend whose closets, She once told me, were arranged By color which, since she was young, She’d never really changed. The strangest part, to me at least, Was what her clothes did lack, For all her wardrobe was in shades Of navy, gray and black. She didn’t own a shirt in green Or pants in brown or rust And sweaters knit in purple Were a no-no, too, I trust. Although I did admire How she organized her storing, Her clothing choices, neat and chic, To me were also boring!