[Boomer]

This little poem is called "Ode to the Spell Checker" and if I knew who wrote it, I would most certainly give credit. It has been floating around in my desk drawer for years.

Eye halve a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea,
It plainly marques for my revue,
Mist steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word,
And wait four it two say,
Weather I am wrong oar write,
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose bee fore to long,
And eye can put the error rite,
Its rarely ever wrong.

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