Oh Day Two My Spell Chequer

Owed Two A Spell Chequer

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 four two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong
Eye have run this poem threw it
am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

The real thing decyphered;

I have a spelling checker,
It came with my PC,
It plainly marks for my review,
Mistakes I cannot see,
I strike a key & type a word,
and wait for it to say,
Wether I am wrong or right,
It shows me straight away,
As soon as a mistake is made,
It knows before too long,
And I can put the error right,
Its rarely ever wrong,
I have run this poem through it,
Am sure you’re pleased to know,
Its letter perfect all the way,
My checker told me so.

by Martha Snow, from The Funny Times

Any suggestive correction better than my decyphered version??