Owed to the Spellchecker

I have a spelling checker -

It came with my PC.

It plane lee marks four my revue

Miss steaks aye can knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it

Your sure reel glad two no.

Its vary polished in it's weigh,

My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a bless sing,

It freeze yew lodes of thyme.

It helps me right awl stiles two reed,

And aides me aye rime.

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.

And now bee cause my spelling

Is checked with such grate flare,

Their are know faults with in my cite,

Of nun eye am a wear.

Each frays come posed up on my screen

Eye trussed to bee a joule

The checker poured o'er every word

To cheque sum spelling rule.

That's why aye brake in two averse

By righting wants too pleas.

Sow now ewe sea why aye dew prays

Such soft wear for pea seas!