Posted by SwtyPi (Head Admin) (Ranked on CampFire Spaders (Safe Harbor Games) Ladder) on December 13, 2017 at 16:54:48 PST:
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 for it to say
Weather I am wrong or write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose before two long
And eye can put the error rite
It's rarely ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
Am shore your pleased to no
It's letter perfect all the weigh
My chequer toiled me sew!
Received from Janice Beasley.