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.