My Spell Checker

I have a spelling checker.

It came with my PC

It plane lee marks four my revue

Miss steaks aye can knot see.

Eye ran this poem threw it.

Your sure real glad two no.

Its very polished in its weigh,

My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a blessing.

It freeze yew lodes of thyme.

It helps me right awl stiles two reed

And aides me when aye rime.

Each frays comes posed up on my screen

Eye trussed too bee a joule.

The checker pours o'er every word

To check sum spelling rule.

Bee fore a veiling checkers

 

Hour spelling mite decline,

 

And if we're laks or have a laps,

 

We wood bee maid too wine.

 

Butt now bee cause my spelling

 

Is checked with such grate flare,

 

There are know faults with in my cite,

 

Of nun eye am a wear.

 

Now spelling does not phase me,

 

It does knot bring a tier.

 

My pay purrs awl due glad den

 

With wrapped words fare as hear.

 

To rite with care is quite a feet

 

Of witch one should be proud,

 

And wee mussed dew the best wee can,

 

Sew flaws are knot aloud.

 

Sowe we can sea why aye dew prays

 

Such soft wear four pea seas,

 

And why eye brake in two averse

 

Buy righting want too please.

- A. Lewis