Ode to a spell checker

Eye halve a spelling checker.
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marks 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 straight a weigh
As soon as a mist ache is made
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite,
It’s rare lea ever wrong
Eve have run this poem threw it,
I’m shore you pleased two no
It’s letter perfect awl the weigh-
My checker tolled me sew!