Spell Czech

While taking a shit on Tuesday, I found myself to be a bit short of reading materials. I began an ancillary search of the areas immediately surrounding my commode and came across a rather large stack of Reader’s Digest magazines. Although I’ve never been a huge fan of Reader’s Digest, reading is reading—fundamental—and when you’re in a position such as the one I was, you take what you can get. I didn’t find a wealth of great articles, but I came across a poem I really enjoyed:

“Spell Czech”

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 please two no.
Its letter perfect in it’s weigh. My chequer tolled me sew.

Sauce Unknown

In addition to forewarning about the dangers of being too reliant on spell-check, I think the poem has an excellent voice. When I read it to myself, I can’t help but find my mind’s eye reciting each word sounding like a computer: “I talkk like thiis.” Anywho, kudos to the sauce, however unknown you choose to remain.