En liten dikt jag läste i fredagens CS.



<b>The Spell Checker</b>

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 straight 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 to run this poem threw it,
I am shore your pleased two no,
Its letter perfect awl the weigh,
My checker tolled me sew.


Tjingeling!

Peter.

Med reservation för felstavning...

Den kända barnvisan:

"Mors lila ole is koger gikt" osv, kommer inte ihåg hela men visst är det kul att besegra rättstavningen i Office.

Ok..
Visste inte att den var en äldre variant..

Man lär sig :)