Eye halve a spelling checker,
it came with my pea sea,
It plainly marks four my review
miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
and weight for it two say,
Weather eye am wrong or rite
it shows me strait a weigh!
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
it nose bee fore two long
And I can put the air or 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 checker told me sew.
from The Louisville Fax News, via Kyanna Gemscoop 3/99, via The Roadrunner News 2/03.