I spied this poem on the door of one of my computer science colleague’s office, and decided to include it here, partly because I’ve been in a lyrical mood of late, but mostly because after reading through the first writing assignment I’ve given my calculus students, I’m certain none of them would get it.
Owed two a 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 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 four two long.
And eye can put the error write
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.
A chequer is a bless sing.
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me awl stiles two reed
And aides mi when aye rime.
To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can
Sew flaws are knot aloud.
And now bee cause my spelling
is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know faults with in my cite
Of nun eye am a wear.
