Feb 01, 2007 07:28
My mother sent me this one. I read it and immediately was reminded of the average piece of "work" on FanFiction.net. ;) I suspect some of you will find it amusing. Or at least nod your heads and groan.
Eye halve a spelling chequer;
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye can knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a whirred
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong or write.
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid,
It nose bee fore two long;
An dye can put the era rite.
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it.
I'm sheer your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh;
My chequer tolled me sew
-Author Unknown
Okay. Must... finish... paper.