A cautionary poem

I have a spelling chequer.
It came with my pea sea.
It plane lee marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a quay and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write.
It shows me strait a weigh.

A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when aye rime.

Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed too bee a joule.
The chequer pours o’er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.

Bee fore wee had hour checkers
Hour spelling mite decline,
And if we’re lacks oar have a laps,
We wood bee maid too wine.

Butt now bee cause my spelling
Is chequed with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite,
Of nun eye am a wear.

Now spelling does knot phase me,
It does knot bring a tier.
My pay purrs awl due glad den
With rapped words fare as hear.

To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should bee proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew floors are knot aloud.

Sow ewe can sea why aye do prays
Such soft where four pea seas,
And why eye brake in two averse
Buy righting won too pleas.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
I’m shore your glad two no.
Its letter perfect all the weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.

By Martha Snow