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