THE SPELL CHEQUER

[iddee]

THE SPELL CHEQUER
 
Eye have 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.

[Slowmodem]

Hokd on foniks werkd fer mi!   

[AllenF]

The new education of America.   No Analog clocks.   No cursive writing.   No spelling.

[Country Heart]