Nice one, Allen! Hey Roz...good luck, sweetie!

And now for a nice little poem (or kewl pome..):

Eye have a grate come pewter,
The lay test gnu pea sea;
It will a cyst me two low Kate
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a quay 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 to long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right in men knee stiles ,
And aides me when aye rime.

Sew now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know tie pose in my cite,
Of non eye yam a wear.

Eye ran this poem threw it
Your shore reel glad two no.
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

all the best