Spell checker – my useless little pal.

(cut & paste this into any word processor and see how it gets on !)

I have a spelling chequer,
It came with my pee sea.
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye cannot sea.

Eye strike a quay and right a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write.
It shows me strait aweigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two late,
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely, rarely grate!

I’ve run this poem threw it
I’m shore your pleased to no,
It’s letter perfect in it’s weigh
My chequer tolled me sew!

(nicked from somewhere, but sorry, I can't remember where - ttmh 2003)