An Ode to the Spell Checker

Eye have a spelling checker

It came with my pea sea

It clearly marks four my revue

Miss Steaks eye kin knot sea

Eye strike a key and type a word

And weight four it two say

Weather eye am wrong awe write

It shows me strait a way

As soon as a mist ache is maid

It nose bee fore two long

And eye can put the error rite

It’s rare lea ever wrong

Eye have run this poem threw it

Eye am shore your pleased two no

It’s letter perfect awl the weigh

My checker tolled me sew!