Eye have a spelling chequer It came with my pea sea It plainly marks four my revue Miss steaks eye cannot see
Each thyme when I have struct the quays Eye weight four it two say If watt eye rote is wrong or rite It shows me strait a weigh
As soon as a mist ache is maid It nose bee fore too late And eye can put the error rite Eye really fined it grate
I’ve run this poem threw it I’m sure your policed to no It’s letter perfect in its weigh My chequer tolled me sew
- Author Unknown