Eye have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plane lee marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye can knot sea.
Eye strike a quay and type a word,
And weight for it to 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!
I've seen many unattributed versions of this poem throughout the ages
Last year after repeated complaints at the shoddy spelling in my e-mails I gathered as many versions as I could to compile a hopefully definitive version as my .sig
The response from the powers that be?
Yew kneed eh gnu phucking cig!