Original Palindromes Oldest

To obtain Alpine pen, I plan (I at boot.)

To often let a gang nix obesity, Les, or proselytise boxing, nag a telnet foot.

To Olga, we wag loot.

To Opal, I avail a poot.

To order cassettes, sack cassettes’ sacred root.

To order, Red—root!

To order tan oil, sex, ale… relaxes lion at Red Root.

To Ossie, garage is soot.

To Otis, I toot.

To panic in a pew, we panic in a pot.

To pass, I kiss a pot.

To pass, I piss a pot.

To pass, I miss a pot.

To pat cafe trades I’m in, I maximise it in a sniff of off insanities; I mix a minimised artefact, a pot.

To pat one weasel—if Edna is sure no-one’s procedural—let’s tell a rude corpse no-one Russian defiles a ewe not a pot.

To poll a Gallup, I pull a Gallo pot.

To poo rag, naked I ride kangaroo pot.

To posse: “Manila Ed is a crank narc!” (as I deal in a mess o’ pot!)

To prevent a rat, never pot.

To prevent sulks, I risk lust, never pot.

To prevent sums of units, tangle falafel gnats tin UFOs must never pot.

To profess a time, dared, nude, I rub stars rats buried under a demitasse for pot.

To Raisa, “Did Asia rot?”

To rate Sue, sir, I rise, use tarot.

To rate Sue, use tarot.

To rate surer, use tarot.

To rate , we tarot.

“To Talladega,” raged Al, L.A. tot.

To VIP I pivot.

To viper pit I pre-pivot.