OWED TWO THE SPEL CZECHER
I have a spelling Czecher
It came with my pea sea
It plane lee marks four my revue
Missteaks eye cannot sea
Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
It’s very polished in it’s wait,
My Czecher tolled me sew.
A Czecher is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when aye rime.
Two rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaws are knot aloud.
And now bee cause my spelling
Is Czeched with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite,
Of none eye am a wear.
Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed to bee a joule
The Czecher poured o’er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.
That’s why aye brake in two averse
By righting wants too pleas
Sow now eye sea why aye due prays
Such soft wear for pea seas!
OWED TO THE SPELL CHECKER
I have a spelling checker,
It came with my P.C.
It plainly marks for my review,
Mistakes I cannot see.
I ran this poem through it,
You’re sure real glad to know.
It’s very polished in its weight,
My checker told me so.
A checker is a blessing,
It frees you loads of time.
It helps me write all styles to read,
And aids me when I rhyme.
To write with care is quite a feat,
Of which one should be proud,
And we must do the best we can,
So flaws are not allowed.
And now because my spelling
Is checked with such great flair,
There are no faults within my sight,
Of none I am aware.
Each phrase composed upon my screen
I trust to be a jewel.
The checker poured over every word,
To check some spelling rule.
That’s why I break into a verse,
By writing wants to please.
So now I see why I do praise,
Such software for P.C.’s!