Homophonies

I thought I'd start hear and end they're.  Wear will it all end?  Several years ago,  in a far aweigh land lived a short phat woman who wove tapestry four a living.  Somethymes she wood eat fish and whine for dinner.  Somethymes she woodn't.  Then before noon, on the last Friday of the month, she set sale for the see.  She boreded the boat with only her clothes and shews.  No one  new her.  She played a readed instrument and let the wind blow thro her hare.  She wanted to meet a man who wood love her not only for herself but fore her music. 

The man approaced cautiously and said, "I think eye luv yew."

"You love me?," she whispered softly into his cauliflour ear.

"No," he replied.  "Eye luv yew.  I luv the smell of the yew."

She didn't understand and asked hopefull, "What is you're name saler boy?"

He replied, "Hugh."

She answered happily, "U r my Hugh.