Spell Checker Blues
Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it's weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.
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Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Can a computer write?
Bob Bly recently wrote about computers and writers. I commented there about a poem on spell checkers. It's been around the Net for years. In case you missed it, here it is in full:
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