Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my Pea Sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue,
Miss steaks I can knot sea.
Eye strike the quays and type a whirred,
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am write oar wrong
It tells me straight a weigh.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your shore real glad two no.
Its vary polished in its weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
- sauce unknown
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
No comments:
Post a Comment