Saturday, January 8, 2011

Spell Cheque Her

I halve a spell cheque her,
It came with my pea see.
It plainly marks four my revue
Miss steaks I dew 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 aweigh.

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

I've scent this massage threw it,
And I'm shore your pleased too no
Its letter prefect in every weigh;
My checker tolled me sew.

      I don't know about you, but my spelling and typing skills are less than perfect and I'm often misspelling words and hitting wrong letters as I type in my word processor. Thankfully most all mistakes are caught and fixed before I save and publish or print my work.

Dear Lord, Thank you
  • For word processors to help me type
  • For spell checkers to find my mistakes
  • For those who worked hard to make them all possible.

1 comment:

Abbi said...

That poem is too funny!
I am thankful for spellcheckers too!