Monday, May 12, 2008

Spell Checker Blues

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 two 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
Its rarely ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.


(I thought this was a hoot, having been there on many occassions. Link here and found through courtesy of the Protein Wisdom blog. Look, I am coming down the home stretch of volume 3 of the Verein Trilogy. Places to go, self-imposed deadlines to beat)

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