The curse of the word processor

peerjay56

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I was amused to see Rob F's observation about spelling in this thread. It reminded me of a mischievous little poem, in the style of Pam Ayres, but not, I think, by her.

Spell Checker

I have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye cannot sea

When eye strike a quay, right a word
I weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar wright
It shows me strait aweigh

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two late
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely, rarely grate

I've run this poem threw it
I'm shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew

(sauce unknown):D
 

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