You Sing A Spell Chequer On A Poem

John Robinson runs a new blog since he retired his Daily Graff one which he calls The After Graff (an amalgamation of GRoan and lAFF). He now only posts on a Saturday with words of wisdom, a photo and a few words he wanted to share.

This week, his words focused on the misspelling of tomorrow. When I looked for words I commonly misspelled (with misspell being one of them) I found a poem that was posted in the comments.

This poem does not belong to me. I did not write it. I am copying what someone shared four years ago. 

Eye have a spelling chequer,
It came with my Pea Sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss Steaks I can knot sea.

Eye strike the quays and type a whirred
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am write oar wrong
It tells me straight a weigh.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your shore real glad two no.
Its vary polished in its weigh.
My chequer tolled me sew.

Translation:

I have a spelling checker
It came with my PC
It plainly marks for my review
Mistakes I cannot see

I strike the keys and type a word
And wait for it to say
Whether I am right or wrong
It tells me straight away

I ran this poem through it
You’re sure real glad to know
It’s very polished in its way
My checker told me so

A Rare Repost – An Ulterior Motive (The Daily Graff)

It is very rare for me to do a repost or reblog, but I thought I would make an exception. John Robinson (the blogger, not the pilgrim) wrote a book of letters over a ten year period. I have reviewed this book before here, so I thought I would link to his post.

Click on the image below to go to John’s post.

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Friday Fictioneers – Jerry’s New Job

As soon as I saw the photo on Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers page, I immediately thought of an excerpt from a book I read. “More Later: Lyle’s Letters From University” If you haven’t read the book, it is a howl. It is written in a series of letters so can be picked up and put down at any point. It is written by the blogger who writes The Daily Graff. Go take a look at a couple of his posts, and then buy the book if you feel like it.

Friday Fictioneers is where Rochelle gives us a photo and we make a story out of it using around 100 words.

© Jean L. Hays

© Jean L. Hays

Jerry loved his new job. He hummed as he went in to work and whistled the latest Chuck Berry song as he started up his vehicle. He pressed the accelerator and listened to the power of the engine drown out his thoughts. Releasing the brakes, he moved forwards and lowered the bucket on the front of his vehicle. He slid under the side of a car and lifted overhead; he drove to the side of the road and pulled a lever to lower the bucket. Instead, he pulled the wrong lever and sent the vehicle hurtling through the air and into the side of the valet attendant’s office.

Jerry now needed a new job.