Hello Everybody! Ms. Waxy Dragon here!Boy, sometimes it's hard to get good help around here.
Yesterday our esteemed Editor-In-Chief spent all day at the keyboard writing for something called Pro Se Productions and forgot to post my column!
*HMPH!* (Humans. Can't live with them. Can't live without them, and I don't care what those T-shirt say, you people don't taste crunchy even with ketchup!)
I kept bugging, I mean... reminding him about it every chance I got, but the only response I got was "I'll get to it later."
Well, hey buddy: IT'S LATER!
So now that he's away from the computer, I finally get a chance to take matters into my own hands, I mean-- paws, and post away.
The following is not the joke fest monologue I was going to post, but considering my recounting of the above, seems appropriate now.
Hope you enjoy it and hopefully we'll be back ON TIME next weekend for more Sunday Funnies!=wd.
"THE SPELL CHECK POEM" by ?
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.
-Sauce unknown-
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