Eye halve a spelling chequer
it came with my pea sea
it plainly Marx four my revue
miss steaks eye can knot sea.
Eye strike quay and type a word.
And weight four it to say
Weather I eye am wrong oar write
it shows me strait a weigh
As soon as a mist ache is made
it nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the era rite
its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw
I am shore your pleased two no
its letter-perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
-An internet forward.
Wow! You’re poem is one of the funniest thing’s I’ve seen in a long time. Can you tell me where their are other’s. That is just two funny. I’d like to learn more about it’s author.
Yes, I wrote those puctuation mistakes on purpose.
I’ve seen several variations of that poem over the past several years. Here is the one I like, just in case there are a few people here who haven’t grown tired of my posting it in every spelling nit pick thread:
I have a spelling checker.
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it’s weigh,
My checker tolled me sew.
A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when aye rime.
Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed to bee a joule
The checker poured o’er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.
Butt now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite,
Of none eye am a wear.
To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud.
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaws are knot aloud.
And why I brake in two averse
By righting wants too pleas?
Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
Such soft ware for pea seas.