For Halloween I thought that I would re-publish this:
Candidate for a Pullet Surprise:
An Owed to A Swell Checker
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 awl stiles two reed,
And aides me 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,
There are know faults with in my cite;
Of non eye am a wear.
Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye Trussed to be a joule.
The checker poured over every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.
That’s why aye brake in two averse
By righting wants too pleas.
Sow now ewe sea why aye dew prays
Such soft wear for pea seas!
Credited to Jerry Zar, Dean of the Graduate School,
Northwestern Illinois University