Ode to Spell Check

This is for those writers who think that using spellcheck alone makes up for not knowing a single bit of grammar. And for those who beta and think that spellchecking makes them a beta. I did not write it; I just found it. I have a spelling chequer. It came with my pea sea. It plane lee marks four my revue Miss steaks aye can knot see. Eye ran this poem threw it. Your sure lea glad two no. Its very polished in its weigh, My chequer tolled me sew. A chequer 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 chequer pours o'er every word To cheque sum spelling rule. Bee fore a veiling chequers Hour spelling mite decline, And if we're lacks 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 nun 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.