Our friend Musicman sent me this.

I have a selling checker,
it came with my PC
It plane lee marks four my revue
miss steaks aye can knot sea.
Eye ran this poem threw it,
your sure reel glad two no
it's vary polished init's weight,
my checker tolled me sew.
To rite with care is quite a feet,
of witch won should be proud.
And we mussed dew the best we 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 NONE eye am a wear.