Oops, seems when I put this recently onto the mail, somehow the last line got lost.  So hopefully it all gets through, this time, and my apologies to all.  Chanita, San Francisco

  
Ode to the limitations of a spelling checker:


    I half a spelling checker
    It came with my pea sea
    It plane lee marks for my revue
    Miss steaks eye can knot sea

    Aye ran this poem threw it
    I'm shore your pleased two no
    Its let her perfect inn it's weigh
    My checker tolled me sew

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

    Each frays comes posed up on my screen
    Eye trussed too bee a joule.
    The checker pours over every word
    To check sum spelling rule.

    Bee fore a veiling 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 checked with such grate flare,
    There are know faults with in my cite,
    Of nun eye am a wear.

    Now spelling does not phase me,
    It does knot bring a tier.
    My pay purrs awl due glad den
    With wrapped words fare as hear.

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

    Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
    Such soft wear four pea seas,
    And why eye brake in two averse
    Buy righting want too please.