Eye
halve a spelling checker
It
came with my pea sea
It
plainly marques for my revue
Miss
steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye
strike a key and type a word
And
weight four it to 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
It's
rare lea ever wrong.
Eye
have run this poem threw it
Eye
am shore your pleased two no
It's
letter-perfect awl the weigh
My
checker tolled me sew.
Margo
Roark
