For the Kiddies

3WW lean dabble utter

It was the last job for the night
The house had a bit of a lean on it
Could pose a problem
He levered himself up the drain pipe on to the roof
To think a few years ago he was agile and
could accomplish this like a cat burgular
Arthritic and puffing he squeezed himself down the chimney
and halfway became stuck
This is no time to dabble in diy construction
Only one way out
Shed all the heavy clothing
It worked
Sliding down and landing with a thud
in warm embers, bare skin lacerated from rough bricks
To his utter dismay
There sat three eastern exotic gentlemen
looking blankly into the fireplace
eyes fixed to his corpulent largesse
"Who the hell are you ?" he said
They burst into chorus
"We three Kings from Orient are""
Bugger off, you're in the wrong story!"