Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea see.
It plane lea marques, four my revue,
Miss steaks eye can knot sea.
Eye strike a quay or right a word
And weight four it too say
Weather eye am wrong oar write -
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee for two late.
Then eye can put the error rite.
It's relay relay grate!
A checker is a bless sing
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when aye rime.
To rite with care is quite a feet,
Of which won should be proud.
And wee mussed dew the best we can,
Sew floors are knot aloud.
And now bee cause my spelling,
Is checked with such grate flare,
There are know faults with in my cite,
Of none eye am a wear.
Each frays come posed up on my screen,
Eye trussed to bee a joule.
The checker poured o’er every word,
To cheque sum spelling rule.
That’s why aye brake in two averse -
My righting once too pleas.
Sew now ewe sea why aye dew prays
Such soft wear for pea seas.
I've run this poem threw it,
I'm shore yaw pleased two no.
It's spelt quite rite in every weigh.
My chequer tolled me sew.
