Spill chick

There are times when the auto-correct function on electronic devices drive me crazy, but I have been grateful for spell-check and grammar-check in word processing programs.  However, merely spelling a word correctly does not ensure that it has been used properly.

This poem came from Major Ronald Wendt, with the preface "Proving there is still a need for fossils who can spell."  Now that I am retired from active duty, I suppose the label 'fossil' applies even more now.  So enjoy this ode to proper spelling:

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 show 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 told me sew.