Going back to some of the previous posts:
Some lunatic would have to bring this up, so it may as well be me.
Eye halve a spelling chequer
it came with my pea sea
it will marc for my revue
miss steaks I kin not sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word
and weight four it too say
weather I am rung oar write
it shows me straight aweigh
As soon as a mist ache is maid
it nose bee four two long
and eye can putt the errer rite
it's rare lee ever wrong
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore ewe are pleased two no
it's let her perfect all the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
Howard