I have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye cannot sea.
When eye strike a quay, right a word,
I weight for it two say,
Weather eye am wrong oar Wright
It shows me strait away.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two late
And eye can put the error rite,
Its rarely, rarely grate.
Ive run this poem threw it
Im shore your pleased to no
Its letter perfect in its weigh
My spell cheque tolled me sew.
(I have no idea who wrote this but it came as a email
from a friend and thought it was so true!)
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye cannot sea.
When eye strike a quay, right a word,
I weight for it two say,
Weather eye am wrong oar Wright
It shows me strait away.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two late
And eye can put the error rite,
Its rarely, rarely grate.
Ive run this poem threw it
Im shore your pleased to no
Its letter perfect in its weigh
My spell cheque tolled me sew.
(I have no idea who wrote this but it came as a email
from a friend and thought it was so true!)
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