My `Spelling Checker'

Now I have a spelling checker

It came with my PC

It plane lee marks four my revue

Miss steaks I can knot sea

I ran this poem threw it

Your sure reel glad two know

It's vary polished in it's weigh

My checker tolled me sew

This checker is a bless sing

It freeze yew lodes of thyme

It helps me right awl stiles to read

And aides me when eye rime

Each frays come posed up on my screen

I trussed to be a joule

The checker pours o'er every word

To cheque sum spelling rule

Now bee cause my spelling

Is checked with such grate flare

Their are no faults within my cite

Of none eye am a wear

To rite with care is quite a feet

Of witch won should be proud

And me must do the best we can

Sew flaws are knot aloud

Sew ewe can see why I do prays

Such soft ware for pea seas

And why I brake in two averse

By writing want to pleas