My chequer tolled me sew

Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my Pea Sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss Steaks I can knot sea.

Eye strike the quays and type a whirred
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am write oar wrong
It tells me straight a weigh.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your shore real glad two no.
Its vary polished in its weigh.
My chequer tolled me sew.

Got this inn my males two day
Thought that eye wood share
Please Phil free two add a verse
Or may be even a pare.


17 thoughts on “My chequer tolled me sew”

  1. Hole don! I wooden yews
    Yore chequer, Soutie, mate!
    Yule fine sum Scilly clous
    Butt then yule Suffolk ate.

  2. If a chequer ewe wood ewes
    Aye wood sir jest yew pass
    Yore I ova that that tool we call
    Roger’s the sore arse.

    (or ass, if ewe prefer)

  3. I have seen a few versions of this pome – a longer version used to adorn the corver of my ‘European Computer Driving Licence’ folder!


    ‘Let’s set the record straight. The title of the poem as we know it today is “Candidate for a Pullet Surprise,” and the expanded version was composed in 1992 by Dr. Jerrold H. Zar, professor emeritus of biology and retired dean of the graduate school at Northern Illinois University. According to Dr. Zar, the title was suggested by Pamela Brown, the opening lines were drafted by Mark Eckman, and 123 of the poem’s 225 words are faulty, although all are correctly spelled.”

  4. Mourning all

    Grate contributions, especially the Too Ronnies clips.

    A special thanks to Pseu for the history and the link, I enjoyed that.

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