Eye halve a spelling checker It came with my pea sea
It plainly 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 is wrong oar write It shows me strait a weigh
As soon as a mist ache is maid It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite Its rare lea ever wrong
Eye has run this poem threw it I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh My checker tolled me sew
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!