I found a delightful little poem in The Grammar Bible by Strumpf and Douglas. I plan to write a write more about little gems I’ve found in this fine book. But for now, here is the poem of unknown origin:
I have a lovely spelling check
That came with my PC,
Witch plainly marks, four my revue,
Miss takes I can not sea.
I’ve run this poem threw the thing,
I’m sure your please too no.
It’s latter perfect in every weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.
That came with my PC,
Witch plainly marks, four my revue,
Miss takes I can not sea.
I’ve run this poem threw the thing,
I’m sure your please too no.
It’s latter perfect in every weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.
I was about to send you an email to tell you that "which" was misspelled — fortunately I kept reading :)