The Spell Checker Poem
Eye halve a spelling chequer;
It came with my pea see;
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 oar write;
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose bee fore two long,
And eye can put the error rite;
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it;
I am shore your pleased two no,
Its letter perfect awl the weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew.
–Mark Eckman and Jerrold H. Zar