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 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. 
 

     - from James Knisley.