I halve a spelling chequer It came with my pea sea It plane lee marques four my revue Miss steaks aye ken knot sea Eye ran this poem threw it Your sure reel glad two no It's vary polished in it's weigh My chequer tolled me sew A chequer is a bless sing It freeze yew lodes of thyme It helps me awl stiles two reed And aides mi when aye rime To rite with care is quite a feet Of witch won should be proud And wee mussed dew the best wee can Sew flaws are knot aloud And 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 Each frays come posed up on my screen Eye trussed to be a joule The chequer poured o'er every word To cheque sum spelling rule That's why aye brake in two averse My righting wants too pleas Sow now ewe sea wye aye dew prays Such soft wear for pea seas
In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present position will create a natural doubt of the authenticity of my narrative.
Friday, 8 January 2010
Owed to a Spell Chequer
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