Sunday, April 10, 2011

A poem to warm an author's heart

Eye halve a spelling checker
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques for my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it to 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
It’s rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
Eye am shore your pleased two no
It’s letter perfect awl the weigh
My checker tolled me sew.
-Margo Roark


Vince said...


This is like reading old English before there was standardized spelling. Anyone could spell anything anyway they wanted to. Maybe we are going back to that. Ah, freedom.


Faye said...

Funny! I loved it!