Ode to a Spell Checker

I have a spelling checker

I disk covered four my pea see.

It plane lee marks four my revue

Miss steaks aye can knot see.

Eye ran this poem threw it,

Your sure real glad two no.

Its very polished in its weigh–

My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a blessing:

It freeze yew lodes of thyme.

It helps me right awl stiles two reed,

And aides me when aye rime.

Each frays comes posed up on my screen

Eye trussed too bee a joule.

The checker pours o’er every word

To cheque sum spelling rule.

Bee fore wee rote with checkers,

Hour spelling was inn deck line,

Butt now when wee dew have a laps,

Wee are not maid too wine.

And now bee cause my spelling

Is checked with such grate flare,

Their are know faults in awl this peace,

Of nun eye am a wear.

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.

That’s why eye brake in two averse

Cuz eye dew want too please.

Sow glad eye yam that aye did bye

This soft wear four pea seas.