Dew knot trussed yore spell chequer

Those among us who put complete faith in the "spell check" features of their computers might do well to take notice of the following "Ode To The Spell Checker." Author unknown.

Eye halve a spelling chequer.

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 four it two say

Weather eye am 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 putt the error rite

It's rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw,

I'm shore your pleased to no.

It's letter perfect awl the weigh

My chequer tolled me sew.