Ode two a spell chequer

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 quay and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write -
It shows me strait aweigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long,
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Aye have run this poem threw it:
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh -
My chequer tolled me sew.

(Sores unknown.)