'Spelling Chequer' Poem by Trevor Valentine

Not my own work unfortunately, but that of a good mentor-friend of mine, PB.

'Spelling Chequer'
by PB

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin not sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar wright
It shows me strait aweigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore too 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 mew sew.