Original Palindromes Lacitebahpla

Now I race dismal gym noses on my glam sidecar: I won!

“Now,” I purr, “it’s a stirrup I won!”

Now I part it I trap—I won!

No winos purr: it stupified a mix I made if I put stirrups on—I won!

Now I nod; egged on, I won.

No win I won…

Now in, I will, I win, I won.

Now, in it, I defer it, I refer it, I re-fed it in, I won.

No win is a sin I won.

No wine vintner apparent, Niven, I won.

Now in a Vette, Van, I won.

Now in a morass, Apollo, pass a Roman I won.

Now in a memory my bra ended nearby my Rome man I won.

Now in a mania, Ted Lasso locks a task: colossal “detain a man I won.”

Now in a horse race, no one cares, Rohan: I won.

Now in ad, Mamdani won.

Now I must save not one vast sum I won.

Now I must fold, loft, sum I won!

Now I murmur, “Rum, rum, I won.”

Now I may let a lost lamb or a cat at a carob malt, so lately am I won?

Now I may assess a yam I won.

No, Will, I won!

Now, “Illiteracy Adonis”, a canary, ran a casino daycare till I won.

Now ill ‘Aesop poets’—a waste!—oppose all I won.

Now I know a wonk I won.

Now I hone my strategy (a silly, dim idyll): I say, “Get artsy, men - oh , I won!”

No wig, or grog I won.

No wig, or frog I won.

No wig, or fag or grog—a frog I won.

No wig, nor pony; no prong I won.