Just had to share this with you! A nice lil poem about spell checker - or should I say spell chequer. hee hee
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot 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 rarely ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
6 comments:
He he, I might start using spell checker, it sounds fun :o)
Sara x
LOL Laine I want a spell checker like that one ~ Ally x
Excellent I loved that laine....lol love Jan xx
I just love that.
You are working so hard, nearly there.
Why did I read that in a devonshire accent (a proper one LOL) Great poem though!!
Jenny
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