I have a spelling checker – It came with my PC
It plane lee marks four my revue Miss steaks aye can knot sea
Eye ran this poem threw it, Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it’s weigh – My checker tolled me sew.
A checker is a bless sing. It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me awl stiles two reed, And aides me when aye rime.
To rite with care is quite a feet Of witch won should be proud.
And wee mussed dew the best wee can, Sew flaws are knot aloud.
And now bee cause my spelling Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite; Of non eye am a wear.
Each frays comes posed up on my screen Eye trussed to be a joule.
The checker poured over every word To sum spelling rule.
That’s why aye brake in two averse By righting wants too pleas.
Sow now ewe sea why aye dew prays Such soft wear for pea seas!