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 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 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 me sew.