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!
I DID NOT write, nor can I take credit for this brilliant poem. I actually found it on the 'net, but no author was listed, and I no longer have a link to the site. If any one knows its source, and/or author, please drop a comment or PM, so I can give credit where credit's due.
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