Original Palindromes Oldest

Poor Tom masks ammo troop.

“Rot, I delivered no fonder evil editor!”

Sis is sad-ass Isis.

Stu, beds say, “My ass debuts.”

To gin up, assess a pun I got. 

A sleeve is a test-set a sieve Elsa!

“Ah, compote-we top mocha!”

A-Rod aside, I lied, Isadora.

At last I remedy my demerits, Alta.

Born, a creepy peer, can rob!

“Drain a laniard?”

Ed, I snip militia bait, I limp inside.

Kodiak’s Alaska, I’d ok.

As I looted art, I trade too, Lisa.

Me: “Tina Turner is a siren, rut - an item.”

“Mel let it be debt,” I tell ’em.

New episode: We do sip, Ewen!

Niet’s niet, Einstein!

“No bedroll lacks a task-call lord Ebon!”

No Tagalog, I go lag a ton.

No, I, Tamil, bust sublimation.

No, I, tart, I, brat, am at arbitration.

“Pet, oh mimic, I’m Imhotep.”

So, I merge gremios.

“Yes!” rehearses Rae Hersey.

Won’t I poop it now?

AI memes use me, Mia.

But a wash saw a tub!

Dose Rome more sod!

Maine zen, I am.