a funny little poem one of my old teachers found in a newspaper a while back..

[johnny]

i just found it when i was browsing through a bunch of junk on his webpage (looking for something else which i never managed to find..)

Eye halve a spelling chequer;
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques for my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a ward,
and weight four it to 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,
It's rare lea ever wrong!

Eye have run this poem threw it.
I am shore your pleased to no,
It's letter perfect awl the weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew!

i thought it was funny

lately i've been noticing that i'm pretty sure spellcheckers and that pesky red underliner in openoffice are making a bad speller, so i turned that shit off