Ode To The Spell Chequer
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss takes eye kin not sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word
And weight for it two say
Weather eye am write oar wrong
It shows me straight a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is made
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error write
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
Eye am sure you are pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.