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.