Who Kneads a Diction Airy?

I halve a spelling chequer

It came with my pea sea

It plainly marks for my revue

Miss stakes eye kin knot sea


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 strike a quay and then a word

And weight for it two say

Weather eye am wrong oar rite

It shows me strait a weigh


Eye have run this poem threw it

I’m shore your pleased to no

Its letter perfect all the weigh

My chequer tolled me sew


My spelling chequer will make shore

My righting is not sloppy

My edit or will never no

I do knot reed my copy!


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