Original Palindromes Oldest

Was it Tim’s mitt I saw?

Wash Santa Claus’ unusual cat Nash saw.

Wash Sartre, liar, to net a hate no trailer trash saw.

Wash saw!

Wash self, flesh saw.

We fade to melodies I recall; a cerise idol emoted a few.

We faded a few…

We faded away, Alamo troop, ere we were poor; to Malaya waded a few.

We failed a stoner if we few fire not sad Eli a few.

We fanatical ilk nip nine men; in pink lilac, I tan a few.

We favor ova—few!

We fax a few.

We feel Ara saw a Sara Lee few.

We felt items: teller apparel lets me title few.

We felt rats startle few.

We feral, ladened, ruby burdened all, are few.

We fire, son, at no font: a no-serif—ew!

We flavor oval few.

We foot GI boot too big, too few.

We freed fine venison; no sin even if deer few.

We fret sinister few.

We fret, we pee, so two ran in in a row to see pewter few.

We fret, we pewter few.

We help Pacific Apple hew.

We help Pitt tipple, hew.

We hiss, “I hew.”

We jam radios, so I’d arm a Jew.

We laud, apt, a nun at Padua, Lew.

We legalise silage, Lew.

We let a ripper perp preprep pirate Lew.