A CAUTIONARY SPELLCHECKER "TAIL" !!!

I have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques for my revue
Miss takes eye cannot sea.

When I strike a quay, or right a word
I weight for it too say
Weather I am wrong oar rite
It shows me strait a way

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two late
And eye can put the error rite
It's rarely, rarely grate.

I've run this poem threw it
I'm shore your pleased to no
It's letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

Sew they're !!