March 30th, 2008

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An Owed to the Spelling Checker

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 right awl stiles to reed,
And aides me when aye rime.

Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed to bee a joule
The checker pour over evilly word
To cheque sum spelling rule.

Before a veiling checkers
Hour spelling mite decline,
And if were lacks or have a laps,
We wood be maid to wine.

But now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
here are know faults with in my cite,
Of none aye am a wear.

Now spelling does not phase me,
It does knot bring a tier.
My pay purrs awl due glad den
With wrapped words fare as hear.

To rite with care is quite a feet
of witch won should be proud.
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew floors are knot aloud.

Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
Such soft ware four pea seas.
And why I brake in two averse
By righting want too pleas.