Thursday, May 30, 2013

Owed to a Spell Chequer

A funny and witty little poem I came across years ago while I was doing research for a literature class in college. I forget what the topic was, but I remember submitting this poem (we were not required to give original works), and my professor saying this was a hit in the English Department. :)

Owed to a Spell Chequer (Ode to a Spell Checker)

I halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plane lee marques four my revue
Miss steaks aye ken knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it
Your sure reel glad two no
It's vary polished in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

A chequer is a bless sing
It freeze yew lodes of thyme
It helps me awl stiles two reed
And aides mi when aye rime.

To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud
And wee mussed dew the best wee can
Sew flaws are knot aloud.

And now bee cause my spelling
is checked with such grate flare
Their are know faults with in my cite
Of nun eye am a wear.

Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed to be a joule
The chequer poured o'er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.

That's why aye brake in two averse
My righting wants too pleas
Sow now ewe sea wye aye dew prays
Such soft wear for pea seas.

1 comment:

  1. It's a nice quirky poem, I can imagine how much people liked it when the professor read it! Sorry I didn't comment before, I was very jet lagged last week, but now things are normal again!


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