spel cheker???

I have a spelling chequer,
With inn my knew pea see.
It plane lea marques four my revue
Mist aches eye can knot sea.

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

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long,
Sew eye can put the era rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

I�m aid it cheque this poem,
I�m shore yore glad two no.
Its let her perfect inn it�s weigh
Com pewter tolled me sew.

My chequer is a god�s end,
If frieze up lodes of thyme.
It cheque�s and scan�s awl kind�s of pro�s
And AIDS me when eye rime.

Each frays com posed up on my screen
I trussed two bee a joule
My chequer stud ease every word
It never brake�s a rule.

Butt now bee cos my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite,
Of witch eye am a wear.

Yew toucan sea why eye dip end
On such a yews fool quay.
It helps my verse to floe just write
And watt is more, its free.

Sauce unknown
ttfn

 

Good, OWG, but it took me quite a while to read!

 

I had no problem with it, whizzed through it ... must speak a lot of cack most of the time ...

 

Nothing like mental gymnastics to keep the male menopause (or what ever) away.
I am not bragging by the way, it just struck late, although I havent bothered to buy a Aston Martin and get a dolly bird yet.
Think how lucky we are, women only get ratty.

 

I beg your pardon, owg ... I was Jekyll and Hyde so rather interesting ... I won't go into the detail here! :rolleyes:

 

Lol, Please!!! you have wetted our appitite!!!

 

sorry and again!!
Anyway its different in the heat.
Or at least that was what H.T.S.B.O. used to say when choosing holidays.

 

I wasn't in THE heat then, owg, no apologies required! That was twelve years ago, I've only been here six! :D :D