I have a spilling checker,
It came with my PC;
It plainly marks four my revue
Mistakes I cannot sea.
I've run this poem threw it,
I'm sure your please too no,
Its letter perfect in it's weigh,
My checker tolled me sew.
Eye no that it is write,
Because my dictionary agrees
Awl the wards are reel
oar the selling chequer sees.
It marks the eras with the collar read,
and asks four mi two change,
and rearrange the litters,
of the words it Kant explain.
Were it knot fur mi sealing checker
core ER ting watt eye type,
mi pottery mite reassemble
Mr. E. E. Cummings' tripe.
Butt moor than my ole chequer,
witch rely just inspects
eye rely love mi gnu won,
be cause IT all so auto-corrects!
--Unknown