The Danger of F7

This poem, by Dean Hunt, made my day - it's about relying on the spell'chequer' too much and not using the good old fashioned dictionary:

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.


(http://deanhunt.com/mi-speal-chequer-doos-nut-werk/)