spell check poem

(Reportedly nominated for a Pullet Surprise)  
 
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 for it two say, 
Weather eye and wring 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. 
To rite with care is quite a feet 
Of witch won should bee proud, 
And wee mussed dew the best wee can, 
Sew flaw's are knot aloud. 
Eye have run this poem threw it 
Your sure reel glad two no, 
Its letter perfect awl the weigh 
My chequer tolled me sew. 
 
--Sauce unknown 

'Spell Checker Blues' - Anon

And also:

ZarOde.pdf

And:

Spell Checker Poem by Mark Eckman and Jerrold H. Zar

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