|Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with
my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot
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
can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
It’s letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
|Bee fore wee rote with checkers|
spelling was inn deck line,
Butt now when wee dew have a laps,
are not maid too wine.
And now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
There are know faults in awl this peace,
Of nun eye am a wear.
To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaws are knot aloud.
That’s why eye brake in two averse
Cuz eye dew want too please.
Sow glad eye yam that aye did
This soft wear four pea