A speaker admits, half-jokingly, to some odd habits. The opening line is a jumble of words, "I fuss pat! flower pod!", which reads like a nervous burst of fidgeting or muttering. Then comes the hand-washing, which the speaker says happens "perhaps a lot." The poem never explains why, but the habit hints at anxiety or a need for control.
What makes the poem engaging is how the speaker argues with themselves. They start by denying it ("Not that I'm dotty"), then back down to "probably, maybe," and finally give in with "yes definately - potty." The misspelling of "definately" adds to the casual, unguarded feel, as if the thought is being typed or blurted out in a rush.
The mood is light and wry, but there's a small wobble of worry underneath. The speaker laughs at themselves, perhaps to make an uncomfortable truth easier to say. Admitting you might be "potty" is both a joke and a quiet confession.