Ode to a Spell Checker

Posted by John Wilson on April 08, 2001 at 13:59:30 from 202.154.130.246:

Ode to a Spell Checker:

I halve a spell checker, it came with my pea sea.
It plainly marks for my revue, miss steaks I can not sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word, and weight for it to say:
weather I am wrong oar write, it shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid, it nose bee fore two long
and eye can put the error rite, its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye halve run this poem threw it, I am shore your pleased to no,
its letter perfect awl the weigh, my spell checker tolled me sew.

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