The Spell Check Poem

Delightful little poem I found, highlighting how the spell check function only checks for technical spelling errors, while not noticing that the entire poem makes no sense as a whole. When you read it out, it sounds perfectly fine, so I guess its not a joke you can share with a blind person. It sorta reflects on how sometimes we pay so much attention to the little details, that the big picture is lost. 

Eye have a spelling checker,
It came with my Pea Sea.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss Steaks I can knot sea.

Eye strike the quays and type a whirred
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am write oar wrong
It tells me straight a weigh.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your shore real glad two no.
Its vary polished in its weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a bless thing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right all stiles of righting,
And aides me when eye rime.

Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed too bee a joule.
The checker pours o'er every word
Two checker sum spelling rule.