Eye halve a spelling chequer
It cam with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss streaks eye ken know sea
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar wright
It shows me strait aweigh
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
It's rarely ever wrong
I've run this poem threw it
I'm shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in its weigh-
My chequer tolled me sew.
--
Jerry Finch
The Official PWP Dumpster Gang Hideout
http://www.newcountry.nu/pd/
