Chapter 109

ODE TO THE SPELL CHECKER

Eye have a spelling checker

It came with my pea sea

It plainly marques four my revue

Miss steak eye kin not sea

Eye strike a key and type a word

And weight 4 it 2 say

Weather eye am wrong ore 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

Its rare lea ever wrong,

Eye have run this poem threw it

I am shore your pleased two no

Its letter perfect awl the weigh

My chequer tolled me sew!

Men look at a woman's behind and think

'Wow, what an ass.'

Women look at a man's face and think

The same thing!

A thought from Gary!!!!

Why do I have to press one for English when you're just gonna transfer me to someone I can't understand anyway?