Eye have 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 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
And eye can put the error rite – its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it – eye am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh – MY chequer tolled me sew!!
