Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea,
It planely margues 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 to long
And eye can put the err or rite.
It’s rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this hole poem threw it -
- I am shore your please too no,
It’s letter perfect awl the weigh.
My chequer tolled miso.