Ode to my Spell Chequer

Eye halve a spelling chequer
            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 chequer tolled me sew.

… anonymous

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