A Misspelled Tail

bye Elizabeth T. Corbett

A little buoy said: "Mother, deer,
May I go out too play?
The son is bright, the heir is clear;
Owe, mother, don't say neigh!"

"Go fourth, my sun," the mother said.
The ant said, "Take ewer slay,
Your gneiss knew sled awl painted read,
But dew knot lose yore weigh."

"Ah, know," he cried, and sot the street
With hart sew full of glee--
The whether changed--and snow and sleet
And reign, fell steadily.

Threw snowdrifts grate, threw watery pool,
He flue with mite and main--
Said he, "Though I wood walk bye rule,
I am knot rite, it is plane."

"I'd like to meat sum kindly sole,
For hear gnu dangers weight,
And yonder stairs a treacherous whole--
Two sloe has bin my gate.

"A peace of bred, a gneiss hot stake,
I'd chews if I were home,
This crewel fete my hart will brake,
Eye love knot thus two Rome.

"I'm week and pail, I've mist my rode,"
But here a carte came passed,
He and his sled were safely toad
Back two his home at last.



Candidate for a Pullet Surprise.
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.
A chequer is a bless thing. 
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right all stiles of righting, and aides me when eye rime.
Each frays come posed up on my screen eye trussed too bee a joule.
The chequer pours o'er every word two cheque sum spelling rule.