Eye halve a spelling chequer witch lodes in my pea see.
It all ways marques four my revue miss steaks eye did knot sea.
I press the quays and tie pa claws and weight four it two say
Weather I am wrong oar write. It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid, it nose bee fore I do
And eye kin putt the err or rite be for I right too yew.
Eye scent this poem threw it I am shore yew awed too no.
Its letter perfect awl the whey, my my crow tolled me sew.
(Sauce be-leaved a re-tyred Fellow)
Re-laid two ewe bye Nevil.
