Candidate for a
Pullet Surprise
by Mark Eckman and
Jerrold H. Zar
I have a spelling
checker,
It came with my
PC.
It plane lee marks
four my revue
Miss steaks aye
can knot sea.
Eye ran this poem
threw it,
Your sure reel
glad two no.
Its vary polished
in it's weigh.
My checker tolled
me sew.
A checker is a
bless sing,
It freeze yew
lodes of thyme.
It helps me right
awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when
eye rime.
Each frays come
posed up on my screen
Eye trussed too
bee a joule.
The checker pours
o'er every word
To cheque sum
spelling rule.
Bee fore a veiling
checker's
Hour spelling mite
decline,
And if we're lacks
oar have a laps,
We wood bee maid
too wine.
Butt now bee cause
my spelling
Is checked with such
grate flare,
Their are know
fault's with in my cite,
Of nun eye am a
wear.
Now spelling does
knot phase me,
It does knot bring
a tier.
My pay purrs awl
due glad den
With wrapped
word's fare as hear.
To rite with care
is quite a feet
Of witch won
should bee proud,
And wee mussed dew
the best wee can,
Sew flaw's are
knot aloud.
Sow ewe can sea
why aye dew prays
Such soft wear
four pea seas,
And why eye brake
in two averse
Buy righting want
too pleas.
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