Thursday, October 2, 2008

Ode to the Spell Checker

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.

2 comments:

Jessie said...

Your blog looks like mine now. Did you do that on purpose in light of recent events?!?

Valry said...

No, I only did it temporarily because some of these posts were big and weren't formatting properly. I still don't like the format of this and will be adjusting it, I just didn't have time before class to get it to where I wanted it.

Don't worry, Jessica, the world is not out to rip you off!! ;)