Ode To A Spell Checker

Posted by Maggie on Tuesday, March 17, 2009 | Leave a Reply

Owed two a Spell Chequer

Eye halve a spelling 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
End weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong our write -
It shows me straight a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long,
And eye kin put the arrow rite
It's rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it;
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh,
My spell chequer tolled me sew!


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