My friend
Has curly hair
That always looks flat
Because of a hat
That reminds me
Of lint
That lives in my
Bellybutton.
He loves pots
Well, at least
Those with plants in them
He photographs them
Like they are models
Yellow and brown ones
Stripy and fat
Short and bushy.
I never asked him
Why he likes them
Maybe he might
Think I am weird
He probably lies
On his sofa
And dreams
Of a sea of pots.
It’s his birthday
Tomorrow
And I’m fretting
About buying him
A little
Flanged
Brown
Pot.
It’s nice having
Friends
Even strange ones
Like my curly haired
Hat wearing
Lover
Of
Pots.