Spelling

I saw this poem in a Reader's Digest Magazine today and was reminded of one of my closest friends :) (Nutten but love sweetie).

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 rarely ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it, I am shore your pleased to no.
Its letter perfect in its weigh, My chequer told me sew.