[Jokes4u] (Fwd) POET TREE WITH MIST ACHES

[Richard]

I have a spelling chequer
It came with my pee sea
It plane lee marques for my revue
Miss steaks eye can knot sea
Eye strike a quay and right a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong or wright
It shows me strait a weigh
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two late
And eye can put the error rite
It's rarely rarely grate !
I've run this poem threw it
I'm shore your pleased too know
It's letter perfect inn its weigh
My chequer tolled me sew