I have a spelling chequer,
It came with my pea sea,
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye cannot sea.
When eye strike a quay, right a word,
I weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar wright
It shows me strait aweigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
I nose bee fore two late
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely, rarely grate.
I’ve run this poem threw it
I’m shore your pleased two no,
Its letter perfect in it’s weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
-anon
I discovered this while going through my latest editing course readings today, and I thought it was worth sharing. It really is so important to NOT rely solely on your spellchecker. He’s a sneaky bastard with a cruel agenda to make you look like a thickheaded illiterate on crack. Why risk leaving your intellectual capacity in the hands of something that doesn’t even have EYES? I can assure you your brain is far more intelligent than his (despite his claims otherwise). So for goodness sakes people, use and abuse that spell checking scoundrel where you must, but proofread, proofread, proofread!
~storytelling nomad~
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