Saturday, 10 November 2012

Ode to the spellchecker - OH! My English

Eye have a spelling chequer, 

It came with my pea sea.

It plainly marques four my revue

Miss Steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word

and weight four it two say

Weather eye am wrong aor 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 have run this poem threw it

I am shore your pleased two no,

Its letter perfect awl the weigh.

My spell chequer tolled me sew.

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