Ode to a Spell Checker. Eye halve a spelling checker It came with my pea sea It plainly marcs four my revue Miss steaks eye kin not 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 to no Its letter perfect awl the weigh My checker tolled me sew.