Thursday, November 17, 2011

Owed to a 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
Eye 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.

(I have no idea who wrote this. I was looking for something else on my pea sea (or is that pee see?) and found it tucked away among my favorite things.)  :)

1 comment:

Tober the Cat said...

Eye loves it! Ewe must half Ben vary happy too fined such a grate poem two post four yore reeders!

Purse & headbuts,