Tehe. This thread reminds me of one of my favorite poems:
Eye halve a spelling chequer,
It came width my pea sea.
It plain lea marques four my revue,
Miss takes eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a ward,
And weight four it two say,
Weather eye am wrong oar write,
It sews me strait a weigh.
Ass soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose bee fore two long,
And eye can put the err oar rite,
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye half run this poem threw it,
I am shore your pleased two no,
Its letter purr fact awl the weigh,
My chequer tolled me sew. ^_^