poem

[Shaney_R]

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 rare lea ever wrong.

 

Eye have run this poem threw it

I am shore your pleased two no

Its letter perfect awl the weigh

My chequer tolled me sew.

 

[fifedjdomo]

lol what a silly poem, i was beggining to wonder at the start if it was something i didnt understand but then i noticed.

good stuff

you bored this morning?

[Shaney_R]

no, just keeping you amused, its my job remember, its been abit slack round these parts since i havent been around.

[Miss Minx]

baffled

[Ginge]

That is classic mate.

[Miss Minx]

ahhh ok u have to read it all then i got baffled at the 1st bit n gave up

[Ginge]

Typical woman

[Miss Minx]

Well it was all gobbledegook ;oP

[Ginge]

No its wasn't, it made perfect sense if you read it properly.

[Miss Minx]

i was off sick when they tought people to read

[Shaney_R]

were u off sick when they gave brains out 2

[Miss Minx]

No i was behind the bikesheds misbehaving ;oP

 

 

 

[fifedjdomo]

only you kate.... lol

[Shaney_R]

were u with her dom?

[Miss Minx]

haha were u Dom, were u watching