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.