A friend sent me this poem several years ago and I quickly lost track of it but, being a PC tech, it stuck in my mind. Now, thanks to Wicked Thoughts, I have it again... enjoy.
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
It's 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
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
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