Monday, 20 June 2005

Owed Two a Spell Chequer

Eye halve a spelling chequer, it came with my pea sea;
It plainly marques four my revue miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word and weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong or write, it shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is made it nose bee fore two long.
And eye can put the error rite, it's rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it and I'm shore your pleased two no
It's letter perfect awl the weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew.

Adam Wood
Senior Trainer
Hitec (Laboratories) Ltd.

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