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.


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!! ;)