Homophones

"Spell-check Fail"
By Natalie Hood

Every knight, when I was a child, I wood prey for my night in shinning armor. I wood remember all of the stories I'd bin tolled and would wonder if my prints wood come. I thought that if I were at suite as Cinderella, my own fairy tail wood come true. I new in my hart that I wood weight as long as it took, and in the meantime I would be as good as gold. I even ate all of my pees in order to grow up and bee a beautiful girl. As I grew older, I steel dreamed of a night on hoarse back writing along the beech on his way to save me from my toll and trouble. Thyme and thyme again, I would be vary much disappointed. Every time I thought I had found my night, he would be throne off his hoarse. I begin thinking that I may have to kiss a towed in order for my dream to come true! Of coarse, I never wood meat this hero. There wood never be a man alive in the hole world who could, single-handedly, meat all of my kneads. Every story Hollywood had soiled me had just been one wail of a tail after another! The years past, and I finally did fined a wonderful man who walked me down the isle. He may not bye me flours. He isn't a night or even a kernel, but he isn't a cereal killer either, and for this I am thankful.


Though this tail may not make cents, it steal has too morals, and those morals are this; the English language is crazy, and give your man a brake! Whew, do you realize how difficult this was to right? It really took patients!


alternate titles "The Homophone", "Debunking Hooked on Phonics" , "Spell-check Fell" and "I've Got Too Much Time on my Hands"