I have a spelling chequer,
With inn my knew pea see.
It plane lea marques four my revue
Mist aches eye can knot sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar rite
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long,
Sew eye can put the era rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
I'm aid it cheque this poem,
I'm shore yore glad two no.
Its let her perfect inn it's weigh
Com pewter tolled me sew.
My chequer is a god's end,
If frieze up lodes of thyme.
It cheque's and scan's awl kind's of pro's
And AIDS me when eye rime.
Each frays com posed up on my screen
I trussed two bee a joule
My chequer stud ease every word
It never brake's a rule.
Butt now bee cos my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite,
Of witch eye am a wear.
Yew toucan sea why eye dip end
On such a yews fool quay.
It helps my verse to floe just write
And watt is more, its free.
Sauce unknown
With inn my knew pea see.
It plane lea marques four my revue
Mist aches eye can knot sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar rite
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long,
Sew eye can put the era rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
I'm aid it cheque this poem,
I'm shore yore glad two no.
Its let her perfect inn it's weigh
Com pewter tolled me sew.
My chequer is a god's end,
If frieze up lodes of thyme.
It cheque's and scan's awl kind's of pro's
And AIDS me when eye rime.
Each frays com posed up on my screen
I trussed two bee a joule
My chequer stud ease every word
It never brake's a rule.
Butt now bee cos my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite,
Of witch eye am a wear.
Yew toucan sea why eye dip end
On such a yews fool quay.
It helps my verse to floe just write
And watt is more, its free.
Sauce unknown
