Ode To The Spell Checker

--- anonymous

I have a spelling checker.
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue,
Miss steaks aye can know sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it's weigh,
My checker tooled me sew.

A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when aye rime.

To rite with care is quite a feet,
Of which won should be proud.
And wee mussed dew the best we can,
Sew flaws are know aloud.

And now bee cause my spelling,
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite,
Of none eye am a wear.

Each frays come posed up on my screen,
Eye trussed to bee a joule,
The checker poured o'er every word,
To cheque sum spelling rule.

That's why aye brake in two averse,
By righting wants too pleas,
Sow now ewe sea why aye dew prays,
Such soft wear for peas seas!

Thomas R. Fasulo, Editor