The Spell-Check Poem
I don’t know who wrote this, but it is funny.
I have a spelling checker,
It came with my PC;
It plainly marks four my revue
Mistakes I cannot sea.
I’ve run this poem threw it,
I’m sure you’re please too no,
It’s letter perfect in it’s weight,
My checker tolled me sew.
I spell-check everything at work and home, but these mistakes are so easy to make. Now that I have posted this poem, I will probably make about a hundred mistakes.
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