Lisa Bonet ate no basil. 
o no !!
Eva, can i stab bats in a cave ?
Ten animals I slam in a net.
this is fun!!
O: …It was a pun.
C: (pause) A PUN?!?
O: No, no…not a pun…What’s that thing that spells the same backwards as forwards?
C: (Long pause) A palindrome…?
O: Yeah, that’s it!
C: It’s not a palindrome! The palindrome of “Bolton” would be “Notlob”!! It don’t work!!
Oh, no! Don Ho!
A friend of mine from about 40 years ago claims to have invented this one:
Doc, note: I dissent! A fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod.
That was in “The Book of Lists,” published around 1979. No cites were included, so it’s possible your friend was telling the truth.
Below: my favourite palindrome – and the longest of such that I know, to sorta-kinda make sense.
“T. Eliot, top bard, notes putrid tang emanating, is sad. I’d assign it a name: gnat dirt upset on drab pot toilet.”
Mine, too! It was included in that same “Book of Lists” list I just mentioned.
My wife or I quote a part of this palindrome about once a week, on occasions when it is appropriate to observe a “putrid tang emanating” (usually due to someone’s flatulence).
Yes, “putrid tang emanating” is a goodie. I gather that the palindrome concerning Mr. Eliot and what he notes, was thought up by a poet…
Do good? I? No! Evil anon I deliver. I maim nine more hero-men in Saginaw, sanitary sword a-tuck, Carol, I — lo! — rack, cut a drowsy rat in Aswan. I gas nine more hero-men in Miami. Reviled, I (Nona) live on. I do, O God!
Full marks for ingenuity: but if some kind of vague sense doesn’t have to be made, all bets are off ! I submit this hoary specimen from the World War II era:
“Marge, let dam dogs in. Am on satire ! Vow I am Cain. Am on spot. Am a Jap sniper. Red, raw murder on GI. Ignore drum. (Warder repins pajama tops.) No maniac, Ma ! Iwo veritas: no man is God. Mad telegram.”
Was it Eliot’s toilet I saw?
“Lewd I did live, evil did I dwel” (cheating just a bit).
Overheard at WImbledon:
“Damn! I, Agassi, miss again! Mad!”
I’m glad you brought this up. To me it always felt like using the year without the century was cheating. The year is 2014, not 14. 4/10/2014 is a palindrome (and an awesome one at that), but not the others.
Yeah I know, I’m in the minority; but I wanted to mention it because you see emails all the time that try to make something special out of the dates; but they can only do it by lopping off the century. I don’t think there’s anything interesting about 1/4/14 for example. :dubious:
Sit on a potato pan, Otis!
Satan, oscillate my metallic sonatas.
HYMN TO THE MOON
by Graham Reynolds
Luna, nul one,
Moon, nemo,
Drown word.
In mutual autumn
I go;
Feel fog rob all life,
Fill labor,
Go, flee fog.
In mutual autumn
I drown.
Word; omen; no omen.
O, Luna, nul.
THE LABOURER
by Martin Wilson
Loop mid a sun ever up, say bees won,
I draw; snowed on, flow,
Live on rota. Red now is eve:
Too far its stars.
Worn, I turn,
I spin ruts,
Turnips in rut, in rows.
Rats stir afoot.
Eves I wonder at, or no evil:
Wolf; no dew on sward.
I now see by (as pure Venus)
A dim pool.
(I first saw the Hymn To The Moon poem in one of Martin Gardner’s books, circa <many> years ago.)
You can find this one all over the internet, but it was somehow making the rounds even before that. I first heard this, circa 1971:
In girum imus nocte, et consumimur igni.
This was allegedly the Devil’s answer to the question put to him by Sir Thomas Aquinas: Just what do you do in Hell, anyway?
It supposedly says: “We gather in the night, and are consumed in fire.”
I showed this to a Business Ed teacher at community college once. He took it to a Latin instructor in the Language Department. The word I got back was, the Latin instructor declared it to be incomprehensible gibberish.
“Madam, I’m Adam.”