Ode to the Spell Checker

Just found this is the local rag and quite enjoyed it, so thought a few might enjoy the light read.

Ode to the Spell Checker

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin know 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

Uh oh.. ff3 doesn't know the work "chequer"

Haha, it's probably a good word in the UK version... "check her" would work for US