My friend the Spell checker

I halve a spelling chequer

I got it on my pee see

its marks four my revue

cause mistakes I dew knot sea

eye right a word

and weight for it two say

weather eye am wrong oar write

it tells me strait aweigh

when a mist ache is maid

it nose bee fore two long

and eye put the era rite

its rarely ever wrong

I scent this massage threw it

I’m shore you pleased too no

it’s leter prefect in every weigh

my chequer tolled me sew

 

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