Pea Sea

Eye have a spelling chequer.
It came with my pea sea:
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss takes eye can knot sea.

Eye strike the quays and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather I am rite oar wrong.
It shows me straight aweigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two long,
And eye can put the error rite:
It’s rare lea ever wrong.

I’ve run this poem threw it,
Eye am shore yore pleas two no.
It’s letter perfect in its weigh.
My chequer tolled me sew.