Eye halve a spelling checker
It came with my pea sea
It marcs for my revue
Miss steaks eye kin not sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word
And weight four it too say
Weather I am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four too long
And eye can putt the error rite
It’s rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore ewe are pleased two no
It’s letter perfect all the weigh.
My chequer tolled me sew.