Original Palindromes Alphabetical

Bus. Abandon live evil. Nod, nab a  sub.

Bus a red nun in under a sub.

Bush saw pop wash sub.

Bush saw Sununu swash sub.

Bush says, “Or a rosy, ash sub..?”

Bush’s in a data warding issue: torpid as a re-voting nit over a sad “I, Proteus” sign I draw at a Danish sub.

Bush’s ire: “Promise…Sim—or perish sub!”

Bush super ads dare, “push sub!”

Bus on no sub.

Bust a ban in a bat sub?

Busted, I ban a bidet sub.

Bust on, “Snot Sub”!

Busy Amy may sub.

Busy LED under a dark-cap flower, omen of one more wolf-pack, radared nudely: sub.

Busy men enamor a Roman enemy sub.

Busy Ned did deny sub.

Busy rat, I limp up military sub.

Busy van notes radar: a wastrel, alert, saw a radar set on navy sub!

But a lad and I hid Nadal a tub.

But a Lanai Latina saw I was an Italian, Al-a tub!

But an aide-de-camp, Ma, ceded Ian a tub.

But a nip made lame female damp in a tub.

But anise I revile decides Sarah Palin edibility ’til I—Biden—I lap harassed ice deliveries in a tub.

But Anita sat in a tub.

But Anita’s pomade—if it certified a cafe facade—if it rectified a mop—sat in a tub.

But Anita’s royal deportee, feet roped, lay or sat in a tub.

But an item in a ribald lab I ran I met in a tub.

“Butanol” I aver, “prevents umpired art, as a trade rip must never prevail on a tub.”

But an osteopath gilded a faded light; a poet’s on a tub.

But as a wastrel (a revered loon) rots, a placid Arab mob held in a room made sure I’d lost if a fit soldier used ammo or an idle H-bomb a radical pastor (no older, ever-alert) saw as a tub.