I halve a spelling checker;
It came with my p.c.,
And it plainly marks four my review
Miss steaks I kin knot sea.
I strike a key and type a word
Then weight for it two say
Weather I yam wrong oar write—
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a miss steak is maid,
It nose before two long,
And I can put the error rite.
It’s rarely ever wrong.
I have run this poem threw it;
And I yam shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh,
My spell checker tolled me sew.
Anonymous
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