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.