Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques for my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

I strike a key end 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 putt the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have wrung this poem threw it
I am shore yore pleased two no
Its litter perfect awl the whey
My chequer tolled me sew.

johnboy