[stupot]

Poet tree without mist aches

Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea,
It plainly marques four my revue,
Miss takes eye can knot sea.

When eye strike a quay, or right a word,
Eye weight for it two say,
Weather eye am rite oar wrong,
It shows me strait away.

As soon as a miss take is maid,
It nose bee four two late,
And it can put the error write,
Its rarely rarely grate!

I've run this poem threw it,
I'm shore your pleased to no,
Its let a perfect in it sway,
My chequer tolled me sew.

[Sonsey]

That's great!

[M0TFT]

Ouch, that hurt my eyes, never mind my brain......