Ode to a Spelling Checker


Eye halve a spilling chequer,
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue,
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word,
And weight fore it two say,
Weather eye am wrong oar write,
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a miss take is maid,
It nose bee four two long,
And eye can put the error rite,
It’s rare lee ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it,
I am shore yore pleased too no,
It’s letter perfect awl the weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew.

Author Unknown.






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