"The spell checker will catch the errors"
-Randy Smith 

Owed to The Spell Check Her
-Anonymous 

I have a spelling checker,
It came with my pea sea. 
It plane lee marks four my revue,
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it, 
Your sure reel glad to no.
Its vary polished in it's weigh, 
My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when aye rime.

To rite with care is quite a feet,
Of witch won should bee proud.
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaws are knot aloud.

And now bee cause my spelling,
Its checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with my cite,
Of none eye am a wear.

Each frays come posed up on my screen,
Eye trussed to bee a joule.
The checker poured o'er every word,
To cheque sum spelling rule.

That's why aye brake in two averse,
By righting wants to pleas.
Sow now ewe sea why eye dew prays,
Such soft wear for pea seas!