Spell Checker Poem

Ah, let’s have some fun. Some of you are wondering out loud if my blog might be getting a little “heady” lately, so I must digress, even if I disagree. :).

I didn’t write this poem, but I think it is “phunnee.” Yes, though I don’t agree that English is the most difficult language in the world, it is a fascinating language. If you have some other oddities or cute clips, please send them my way. And don’t do like the restaurant in Cambodia which instead of advertising “fee wi-fi,” said “free wife”!

Spell Checker Poem

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

Ivanildo C. Trindade