Ode to the Spell Checker

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea see
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Aye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it too 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 longue
And aye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore yaw pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

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Then there (their? - ugh!) are international variations... (color / colour etc)

Lynnwood will love this!

HOLY COW!!! That is Priceless!!