"Spell Checker"
I have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue Miss steaks eye cannot sea.
When eye strike a quay, right a word I weight four it two say Weather eye am wrong oar wright It shows me strait aweigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two late
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely, rarely grate.

I've run this poem threw it
I'm shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.