Autocorrect

Autcorrect

So here is a poem about auto correct

You’ll probably tell me it’s crib

But that’s your opinion I really don’t cure

You’re welcome to think I’m a nib

You see my fine fellows, we all love to sew 

Our phones making funny migrates

But on with the snow, I must get a ho

Cos I know you all think it’s a trait

Since I started this work just give minutes app

And I really wish that I harpoon

Yes I know you’re all worried that this thing will just drag

Could be said that these lines just dragoon

And although too Confucius and this thing should bend

As the the cock shall soon stroke midnight

Think we all can agree, though as best as I’ve tried

That this poem is pretty web site