Not Fancy

To tickle my fancy,

I like places plain.

From fancy environments,

I must abstain.

 

The same goes for clothing

And housewares and food.

For anything showy,

I’m not in the mood.

 

I sometimes like funky

And whimsy is cool,

But gaudy or flashy

I would overrule.

 

I don’t want things boring

Or sterile or bland,

Yet there’s lots of room

Between tepid and grand.

 

I thrive in the middle,

For deep in my gut,

I’m far from a pedigree,

More like a mutt.