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!
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