Original Palindromes Oldest

I roam as a Maori.

I roamed under rats as a starred, nude Maori.

I run in Uri!

I saw dam, Edith; tide-mad was I.

I saw dam, Emily, lime-mad was I.

I saw dams, as mad was I.

I saw damsels in isles; mad was I.

I saw Ed under Deb’s bed; red, nude was I.

I saw elf fur—tall in a vanilla truffle was I.

I saw guns as I let apes on race-car nose-pat Elisa; snug was I.

I saw guns as I let Arby also slay brat Elisa; snug was I.

I saw I was I.

I saw Lana as I let Ron snort, “Elisa!”; anal was I.

I saw Rosa with Gillian’s niece, in snail-light I was, or was I?

I saw Tom signed Mac’s Camden gismo—’twas I.

I, Scott, O reviled, deliver Otto, CSI.

I sew a lush Sultan robe now as I saw one born at lush Sulawesi.

I, Sis, sass Assisi.

I sit in a can—it is I.

I site target, I bite grate—’tis I.

I tan, I mull, I live on no evil illuminati.

I, tan, I mull it: Illuminati?

I tip a wapiti.

I told, Edna, how to get a mate: “Go two-handed, Loti.”

I tore nine roti.

I tore Roma more roti.

I, vapid, did dip Avi.

I veto visit in Alabama; balanitis I vote, Vi.

I was at a donut nab—agog, a bantu, no data saw I.

I was named under a Deb’s bed; a red, nude man saw I.