Wednesday, February 18, 2015

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!

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