Ode to the Spell Checker

[John R Fortiner]

( For your Sunday - or any other day for that matter -  entertainment)

ODE TO THE SPELL CHECKER:

Eye have a knew spell cheque her
It came with my pea sea.
It plane lee marques four my revue
Miss Steaks eye can knot sea.

When eye strike a quay, right a word
I weight four it too say
Weather eye am wrong oar wright
It shows me strait aweigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two late
And eye can put the error rite
Its real lee, real lee grate.

I've run this poem threw it
I'm shore ewe are pleased two no.
Its let her perfect in it's weigh
My spell cheque tolled me sew.

A Czech - errrrr - is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed, 
And aides me when aye rime.

Too rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud.
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaws are knot aloud.

And now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite, 
Of nun eye am a wear.

Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed to bee a joule
The Czech her poured o'er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.

That's why aye brake in two averse
By righting this too pleas.
Sow now ewe sea why aye dew prays
Such soft wear for pea seas!

Sauce Unknown

collected by John R. Fortiner, Billings, MT.
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