Original Palindromes Oldest

Sis—a baton—stiff, it’s not a basis.

Sis, a deviler’s title belt, it’s relived as is.

Sis, a sin is ‘as is’.

Sis, aorta’s at ‘R’ oasis.

Sis asks Edward, “Draw desks as is?”

Sis ate idle Tom’s motel diet “as is”.

Sis emended “nemesis.”

“Sis, I rode a Vespa to Milan in a morn, mad at a damn roman in a limo” taps Eva, Ed or Isis.

Sis, I sit if it is Isis.

Sis is Isis.

Sis is redder, Sis is.

Sis is selfless, Isis.

Sis, O rue neurosis!

Sis, pony sanitises it in a synopsis.

Sis, pony saw a synopsis.

Sis, reliable Tomas is a motel bailer sis.

Sis, Sam’s dirt’s as alien to bored old lode robot Neil as Astrid’s Mass is.

Sis’s Alcatraz art ‘A’ class is.

Sister fret, Sis.

“Sit,” I say, “rot a gun, nun—nugatory as it is.”

Sit is as it is—it is as it is.

“Sit” it is.

Sit on a petite pan, Otis.

“Sit on Otis,” Reg ordered Roger, “Sit on Otis!”

Sit, order red rotis.

Sit, Otis!

Sit sad, do lay burden—Ned, Ruby, Al—odd as ‘tis.

“Six”, an even UFO, bombards drab mob of uneven axis.

Six anodes are erased on axis.

Six at mass, as Sam taxis.