[off subject] AWL WEIGHS EWES YORE SPELLING CHEQUER

[Guest guest]

AWL WEIGHS EWES YORE SPELLING 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 fore two long

And eye can put the error rite

Its rarely ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it

I am shore your pleased two no

Its letter perfect in it's weigh

My chequer tolled me sew.

[Guest guest]

Hi --

Thanx for the funny post.

It was particularly funny to me being a blind computer user -- I use a

screen reader (software that reads aloud what's on the screen) to access the

computer. It was hilarious how natural the poem sounded, until you spelled

out the words. Because of dependence on screen readers and such, blind

persons are often notoriously bad spellers. I myself am an exception (if I

don't say so myself) as I've had partial vision and so have been able to see

enough print that I pick up the spelling. But I posted your poem on several

blindness-related lists I'm subscribed to and got lots of laughs.

Thought I'd mention it.

--le

[off subject] AWL WEIGHS EWES YORE SPELLING CHEQUER

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> Eye halve a spelling chequer

> It came with my pea sea,

> It plainly marques four my revue

> Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

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> 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.

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> As soon as a mist ache is maid

> It nose bee fore two long

> And eye can put the error rite

> Its rarely ever wrong.

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> Eye have run this poem threw it

> I am shore your pleased two no

> Its letter perfect in it's weigh

> My chequer tolled me sew.

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