"My Spelling Checker" joke

My `Spelling Checker'
Now I have a spelling checker
It came with my PC
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks I can knot sea

I ran this poem threw it
Your sure reel glad two know
It's vary polished in it's weigh
My checker tolled me sew

This checker is a bless sing
It freeze yew lodes of thyme
It helps me right awl stiles to read
And aides me when eye rime

Each frays come posed up on my screen
I trussed to be a joule
The checker pours o'er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule

Now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare
Their are no faults within my cite
Of none eye am a wear

To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud
And me must do the best we can
Sew flaws are knot aloud

Sew ewe can see why I do prays
Such soft ware for pea seas
And why I brake in two averse
By writing want to pleas