I was proud of my clevertude after writing this yesterday.

Off coarse, oven spill cheque dozen oh weighs work. Sum thyme if seas a reel word.

Until I showed it to my wife and she pulled this out of her periodical file

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

When eye strike a quay, right a word
I 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 late
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely, rarely grate.

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

anonymous