Typesetter's nightmare

neil neil at TYPOG.CO.UK
Tue Mar 25 10:21:20 UTC 2008

You've probably seen this before; but if not...


I have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea see
It plainly marques for my revue
Miss steaks eye cannot sea.

Eye strike a quay an right a word
And weight for it two say
Weather I am wrong or write
It shows me strait away.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee four two late
And eye can put the error rite
It¹s rarely, rarely grate.

I¹ve run this poem threw it
I¹m shore yore please to no,
It¹s letter perfect in its weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew.


~ Neil Crawford

The American Dialect Society - http://www.americandialect.org

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