Ode to the Spell Checker
Eye have a spelling checker
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight 4 it 2 say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me straight 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 have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My checker tolled me sew!
Dis is sew grate...aye reely a door it!
eye tanks my Facebook peeps
fur scent teen it!
