Eye have a spelling chequerIt came with my pea seaIt plainly marks four my revueMiss steaks eye cannot see
Each thyme when I have struct the quaysEye weight four it two sayIf watt eye rote is wrong or riteIt shows me strait a weigh
As soon as a mist ache is maidIt nose bee fore too lateAnd eye can put the error riteEye really fined it grate
I’ve run this poem threw itI’m sure your policed to noIt’s letter perfect in its weighMy chequer tolled me sew
- Author Unknown