Date: Sat, 15 May 93 13:28:29 PDT
From: thomas (Mark Thomas)
Subject: Owed to a Spelling Checker

I have a spelling checker.
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks I can knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its very polished in it's weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.

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

Each frays come posed up on my screen 
Aye trussed too bee a joule.
The checker pours o'er every word 
To cheque sum spelling rule.

Butt 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.

Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
Such soft wear four pea seas,
And why eye brake in two averse
Buy righting want too pleas.


- Mark.