ODE TO A SPELL CHECKER



by Jerrold H Zar







I have a spelling checker.



It came with my PC.



It plane lee marks four my revue 



Miss steaks aye can knot sea. 







Eye ran this poem threw it, 



Your sure reel glad two no.



Its vary polished in it's weigh. 



My checker tolled me sew. 







A checker is a bless sing. 



It freeze yew lodes of thyme. 



It helps me right awl stiles two reed, 



And aides me when aye rime. 







Each frays come posed up on my screen 



Eye trussed too be a joule. 



The checker pours o'er every word 



To cheque sum spelling rule. 







Bee fore a veiling checker's 



Hour spelling mite decline, 



And if we're lacks oar have a laps, 



We wood bee maid to wine. 







Butt now bee cause my spelling 



Is checked with such grate flare, 



Their are know fault's with in my cite, 



Of nun eye am a wear. 







Now spelling does knot phase me, 



it does knot bring a tier. 



My pay purrs awl due glad den 



With wrapped word's fare as hear. 







To rite with care is quite a feet 



Of witch won should bee proud, 



And wee mussed dew the best wee can, 



Sew flaw's are knot aloud. 







Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays 



Such soft wear four pea seas, 



And why eye brake in two averse 



Buy righting want too pleas.