Netmoirs of A Solemn Rover

Oh Day Two My Spell Chequer

Owed Two A Spell Chequer 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 four two long And eye can put the error rite Its rare lea ever wrong Eye have run this poem threw it am shore your pleased two no Its letter perfect awl the weigh My chequer tolled...