OWED TWO 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
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,
Sore your pleased two no.
Its letter perfect awl the weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew.