Alex McAlister YHS 1935, sent in this poem:
Eye have a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks I kin knot sea
I strike a quay and type a word
And weight four it to say
Whether I am write oar wrong
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 rare lea ever wrong
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew