This was passed on to me long ago
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.