A Leak In The Safe

As I left the polling place at the school, I walked through the playground. There was a little boy going down the slide which had rainwater on it, and when he reached the bottom he screwed his face up and started to bawl. “You’re wet,” said his mother. “Do you want to go home?” “No!” he shouted “Stay!” Somehow the whole thing reminded me of the election — Donald Trump is all wet — let’s vote to kick him off the playground.