Original Palindromes Alphabetical

Sir, in a pot a Yale fink’s knife lay, atop an iris.

“Sir, in a side garden,” Ruby, burned, raged, “is an iris.”

Sir, in I, wet, strode, red, roiled at a deli; ordered ort stew in iris.

“Sir,” I note, “bet on Iris.”

Sir, I pivot now, on to VIP Iris.

Sir, I revile drab nudes running; I sign in Nurse Dunbar, deliver Iris.

Siri saw at a demonstration a Hanoi tart’s Nome data was Iris’.

Sir, I saw I was Iris.

Siri says Sal classy as Iris?

“Sir,” I sneer, “Pete preens Iris.”

Sir, isolate metal Osiris.

Sir, is one more Eromen Osiris?

Sir, I soon saw Bob was no Osiris.

Sir, I soon saw I was no Osiris.

Sir I so saw I was Osiris.

Sir is Osiris?

Siri, so wasted, a cadet saw Osiris!

Sir, I stir, I sleep, I peel, Sir—it’s Iris.

“Sir, Italia wine-vinegar,” I rage, “Niven, I wail at Iris!”

Sir obeyed a bad eye, Boris.

“Si, robots garble BASIC,” Isabel brags to Boris.

‘Sir’ obsesses Boris.

“Sirrah, deliver deified desserts detartrated!” stressed deified, reviled Harris.

“Sirrah Dias!” said Harris.

Sir Rob risks a bask, Sir Borris.

Sir Rod risks a task, Sir Dorris.

Sir Ron risks a mask, Sir Norris.

Sis, a bare vent—is it never a basis?

Sis, a bare vessel pot—fill it—still, if topless—ever a basis?

Sis, a bare vest, if Tim it fits, ever a basis.(?)