With all the high-tech stuff around today, it’s often said that human skills are slowly being replaced by technology. Not so, methinks. Never trust a mere machine to proofread your work.

A poem
by Anon

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 for it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar Wright
It shows me strait a weigh

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two late
It’s 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.