[antonye]

My Spelling Chequer


Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea


Eye strike a quay 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 rarely ever wrong


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