I’m sure you won’t admit it, yet
Like everyone, the secret’s kept;
You’ll never tell to others where
Never miss a local story.
You keep a second — third — a spare.
If asked, in fact, you’ll quite deny
Your covert stash — your hoard — supply.
Oh, I could guess, upon a whim —
It may be in the crisper bin?
Or kitchen cupboard, there to save?
The drawer beneath the microwave?
But somewhere you must store or stack it:
You’ve saved each little ketchup packet!