I have a little secret And don’t know what to do If I share my problem Can I place my trust in you? I used to take my secret beside me everywhere It was jolly useful And no-one thought to care Initially I believed A use could still be found my sad little secret was good to have around But then the dreadful truth Got right in my face Showing it in public Earned me glances of disgrace So my little old secret Stays hidden at the back In a box on the shelf Covered by a hemp sack I cannot throw it away To end up in landfill never compost-able It remains my secret still I am very much afraid Keeping secrets is wrong But there is little choice Until answers come along Do you have a solution I feel the need to nag just what can I do please With my last white plastic bag?