Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Ode to the Spelling Checker.
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 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 have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter-perfect awl the weigh
My checker tolled me sew
I received this in an e-mail from my mom. It did not say who wrote this but I am sure some of you have seen it before.