Original Palindromes Oldest

I, man, am damned—I am a maiden madman, am I?

I, man, I’m a idiot to Idi Amin, am I!

I, Manu, style magic: I gamely tsunami.

I mar on GI, ignorami.

I mar on GI, not on ignorami.

I, Marian, I too fall; a foot-in-air am I.

I mask rap as ordered; Rosa Parks am I.

I, Maxine, oh phoenix am I!

I may argue I limp, mad as a damp milieu: gray am I.

I may doom Boston; O do not sob; moody am I!

I may not see fallibility ’til I bill a fee; stony am I!

I may rub Silas Marner, wet a noted pup, detonate wren, ram—Salisbury am I!

I may snap at a rat—a pansy am I?

I mime Mimi.

I moan, Ed; I hide Ed’s deed; I hide Naomi.

I moan, “Live O evil Naomi!”

I moan, “Naomi!”

I moan, “No lice Cecil, on Naomi.”

I moan, “No, Neil—an alien on Naomi!”

I moan, “No putrid goddesses said I assessed dog-dirt upon Naomi!”

I moan, “No putrid royal clay or dirt upon Naomi!”

I moan, “No swan gnaws on Naomi!”

I moaned, “An omelette’s in an anisette lemonade, Naomi?”

I never defile life, Dr.—even I!

I, Niki, ban a bikini.

I, nit, ramp up martini!

I, nor a camera (set at sea estates), are macaroni.

I, Nora, came most egotistic—it’s I—to get some macaroni.

I, not a girdle, held rigatoni.

I, not repaid, I’m a damsel—I polish Tom’s moth-silo-piles, madam; I diaper Toni.