Beautiful poem

Isn't this poem beauuuutiful? I gave it to my boss who worries about his spelling.


SPELL CZECH

I have a spelling checker.
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot see.


Eye ran this poem threw it.
Your sure real glad two no.
Its very polished in its weigh,
My checker tolled me sew.


A checker is a blessing.
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when aye rime.


Each frays comes posed up on my screen
Eye trussed too bee a joule.
The checker pours o'er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.


Bee fore a veiling checkers
Hour spelling mite decline,
And if were laks oar have a laps,
We wood bee maid too wine.


Butt now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
There are know faults with in my cite,
Of none eye am a wear.


Now spelling does not phase me,
It does knot bring a tier.
My pay purrs awl due glad den
With wrapped words fare as hear.


To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should be proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaws are knot aloud.


Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
Such soft wear four pea seas,
And why eye brake in two averse
Buy righting want too please.

clever but i got the point after the first verse...

here's another one!

I'm the blueberry that you saw
in the big old spider web
I dangle in random absurdety
like a weird poem you have read.

Man. That's hard to read.