I’ve oft been harassed about my spelling issues, which end up being not really spelling issues but more phonetics issues due to my french back ground. (figure that one out) lol  However, on that note I thought this poem was entertaining.  The best part is, you can hardly read it cuz the brain can’t figure out what the heck it’s reading! Funny how the mind works… (and NO my grammer/spelling is not THAT bad)

Owed to the Spell Cheque

I have a spelling checker --

It came with my PC

It plane lee marks four my revue

Miss steaks aye can knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it,

Your sure real glad two no.

Its very polished in it's weigh,

My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a bless sing,

It freeze yew lodes of thyme.

It helps me right awl stiles two reed,

And aides me when aye rime.

To rite with care is quite a feet

Of witch won should be proud.

And we mussed dew the best wee can,

Sew flaws are knot aloud.

And now bee cause my spelling

Is checked with such grate flare,

Their are know faults with in my cite,

Of none eye am a wear.

Each frays come posed up on my screen

Eye trussed to bee a joule

The checker poured o'er every word

To cheque sum spelling rule.

That's why aye brake in two averse

By righting wants to pleas,

Sow now ewe see why eye dew prays

Such soft wear for pea seas!