Nonsence #1 Spell Cheacker

[cfc1]

Spell checker poem

Eye halve a spelling chequer

It came with my pea sea

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.

[daktari]

Class. and dead right too.

[Jones~32]

Quality

[Blue84]

Took a bit longer to read than normal but it's very true

[JustJJ]

Took a bit longer to read than normal but it's very true

agree there but v funny... hadnt seen it before either :P

[Al J]

Oh that is brilliant, nice one.