Eye halve a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly Marx four my revue
Miss steaks eye can 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 four two long
An die can put the era rite,
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it,
And I'm shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh -
My chequer tolled me sew!