Thursday, April 09, 2009

Spell Checker



Eye halve a spelling checker;
It came with my pea sea.

It plainly marks 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 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 spell checker tolled me sew!


~author unknown~


1 opinionated prattle:

Stan said...

Looks awful familiar to my writing, then I discovered Spelt cheek

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