By Jerrold H. Zar
|I have a spelling checker, |
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
A checker is a bless sing,
Each frays come posed up on my screen
Bee fore a veiling checker's
Butt now bee cause my spelling
Now spelling does knot phase me,
To rite with care is quite a feet
Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
Title suggested by Pamela Brown.
Based on opening lines suggested by Mark Eckman.
By the author's count, 127 of the 225 words of the poem are incorrect
(although all words are correctly spelled).
Published in the Journal of Irreproducible Results, Jan/Feb1994, page 13. Reprinted Vol. 45, No. 5/6, 2000, page 20.