Something for the weekend...
Eye have a spelling cheque err
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key & type a word
And weight for it two say
Weather I am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two long
And eye can putt the error rite,
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it,
I'm shore your pleased two no,
Its letter perfect awl the weigh.
My cheque err tolled me sew