finally the epic poem about all the silly uninformative names of colors in certain catalogs

In its third or fourth draft, this work went on and on for stanza after stanza. But upon reflection, I think this about sums it up:

Violets are red
Roses are blue
I learned my colors
From J.Crew.

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