I've run this poem through Spell-Check
And it's perfect as can bee;
We hardly need humans now that machines
Can reed and here and see!
Wee don't come with dictionaries
Planted in our brain.
Were not that good at picky details;
We focus on the mane
Idea. We do grand design.
They overdue perfection.
They ketch us wen we're at our wurst
And make each small correction.
Thank you, Spell-Check! Thanks to you,
Nothing could be rarer
Than typos, since at last weave dun
Aweigh with human error.