In mortification
In a souvenir shop in Gdańsk I saw a rack of masks of politicians from around the world. Un, Merkel, Macron... I spun and spun, looking for the cheetah, but didn’t find him... “whew!”, I’m thinking.
Only to notice, at the very bottom, an empty slot... It was the slot for The Donald... he was all sold out.
(Sigh)