Original Palindromes Alphabetical

Sis, I sit if it 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’s Alcatraz art ‘A’ class is.

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

Sis, Sargasso moss a grass is.

Sister fret, Sis.

“Si, Tia, lure Gerulaitis!”

Sit. I elicit song. No local. A colon-gnostic ileitis.

Sit is as it is—it is as it is.

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

“Sit” it is.

Sit on a petite pan, Otis.

Sit on a potato pan, Otis.

Sit on 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.

Si, we’ll let Dad tell Lewis.

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

Six anodes are erased on axis.

Six ate nine taxis.

Six ate taxis.

Six at mass, as Sam taxis.

Six at Nita’s sat in taxis.