Owed to a Spelling Checker
 

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

 Eye ran this poem threw it,
 Your sure reel glad two no.
 Its very 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.

 Bee fore a veiling checkers
 Hour spelling mite decline,
 And if we're lacks oar have a laps,
 Wee wooed bee maid too wine.

 Butt now bee cause my spelling
 Is checked with such grate flare,
 Their are know faults with in my cite,
 Of nun eye am a wear.

 Now spelling does knot phase me,
 It does knot bring a tier.
 My pay purrs awl due glad den
 With wrapped words fare as hear.

 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.

 Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
 Such soft wear four pea seas,
 And why eye brake in two averse
 Buy righting want too pleas.