To: Lonesome in Massachussets
Owed to a Spell ChequerEye 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 key 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.
To: MotleyGirl70
15 posted on
03/19/2005 12:13:42 PM PST by
Samwise
(Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.)
To: MotleyGirl70
gawsh that's funny. I'm sending that one to my sister!
17 posted on
03/19/2005 12:41:43 PM PST by
melbell
(A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing, and say your mother)
To: MotleyGirl70
hehe, when I put that poem into word document to save it, it marked "chequer" as being spelled wrong, and it also found two grammatical errors! :) Perhaps it's not as bad as we thought??
18 posted on
03/19/2005 12:43:21 PM PST by
melbell
(A Freudian slip is when you mean one thing, and say your mother)
To: MotleyGirl70; bootless; Freee-dame; maica; ColdSpringGirl
Classic poem, MotleyGirl!
25 posted on
03/19/2005 5:29:25 PM PST by
Travis McGee
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