Wan fur Boab…?

Not my work, a poem sent to me by a Morganeer some years back..

Eye have a spelling check,

it came with my pea sea.

It plainly marques four my revue

miss steaks eye kin not 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,

Im shore your pleased two no

its letter perfect awl the weigh.

My chequer tolled me sew