[FreeTheHostages]

The Spell Checker

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 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 rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

[Calpernia]

OMG! That was funny!

So where is Officer Spellgood? STILL ASLEEP!!???

Click the Siren! Help Wake Up TTM!

[Billie]

Whew! Talk about foniks - that pome takes consentrachun to reed.