On the wall of our form room we had a small, but funny, poster put up by one of the English teachers who were annoyed with us getting spellings wrong because we'd used a spelling checker. It read like this:
eye have a spelling chequer
it came with my pea sea
it planely marques four my revue
miss takes eye can knot sea
when eye strike a quay or right a word
eye weight four it two say
weather eye am rite oar wrong
it shows me strait away
as soon as a miss take is maid
it nose bee four two late
and it can put the error wright
its rarely rarely grate!
i've run this poem threw it
i'm shore your pleased to no
its let a perfect in it sway
my chequer tolled me sew
So, the moral of the poem is? Be careful with your spelling chequer!
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