Patter

My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.  Psalm 45:1

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 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.