On Mon, 13 Aug 2001, Mike Andrew wrote:
> You don't deserve this but, for the benefit of our literary genuises on this
> list (no names but their initials begin with Dep, Kurt, Bandel....)
>
> I submit the following for their consideration when writing their next book.
>
> Ode To The Spell Checker
> ------------
> Eye halve a spelling checker
> It came with my pea sea
> It plainly marks for 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 checker tolled me sew.
Which just goes to show you how truly dangerous an abundance of nervous
energy coupled to a thesaraus can be. But then again, if it weren't for
homomyns puns wood knot bee.
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