Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Ode to my Spell-checker


This is a guest post by The Urban Blabbermouth. Comments are welcome.
Technology is tracking us everyday and everywhere and we are unaware of this.  Here is one: 

A reminder of computer limits:

Ode to My Spell Checker” (author unknown)
Eye halve a spelling checker
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marks four my revue miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word and weight for it to say
Weather eye yam 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 to no.
Its letter perfect awl the way.

My checker told me sew.