The Biscuit Detector

Reg’s Time Machine was a bit flawed,  
But he had a new plan,  
Because he was a little bit bored,  
And his wife Pam made a flan,

Now Reg was a major biscuit fan,  
Pam was strict with the tin,  
And swept crumbs up with her dustpan,  
But Reg needed a win,

He spent hours in his special shed,  
Designing a great tool,  
The tool followed where the biscuits led,  
Reg would get biscuit fuel,

He fired up the biscuit finder,  
And found a custard cream,  
Something broke the winder,  
No more biscuits it seemed, 

It was Tuesday and Reg was sad,  
Switched the finder back on,  
And old Reg was now really glad,  
It found a chocolate Bourbon. 

So Reg had biscuits on each Tuesday,  
Pam said he was very good,  
His finder kept up the biscuit play,  
Reg kept it in his hood.