Able was I, ere I saw Elba.
and in other news:
Marge lets Norah see Sharon’s telegram.
Yawn. Madonna Fan? No damn way!
A dog, a plan, a canal: pagoda.
From Soundgarden (surprising, coming from a practicing Catholic)
Satan oscillate my metallic sonatas.
Jman
My favorite palindrome is my almost-6-yr old daughter, Hannah.
When I was in choir in high school we had to sing this palindrome to warm up:
Sit on a potato pan, Otis
Draw putrid dirt upward.
One of my favorites is apparently a real business in the northern California town: Yreka Bakery
Then there was the political leader Lon Nol
And of course, Dammit, I’m mad!
A good list, including some Latin palindromes, is available at
freenet.buffalo.edu/~cd431/palindromes.html
Oops!
Gonna try again to make that link a live one
Ed: unremarkable was I, ere I saw Elba Kramer nude.
Dog, as a devil deified, lived as a God.
God! A red nugget! A fat egg under a dog!
Let’s see if I can make a story.
I, zany Nazi.
Reno loner.
“Lager, sir, is regal!”
Ah, Satan sees Natasha.
Sniff 'um muffins.
“Now, Ned, I am a maiden nun: Ned, I am a maiden won!”
Sex at noon taxes.
“Egad! No bondage!”
Lay a wallaby baby ball away, Al.
“Ma is a nun, as I am.”
May a moody baby damn a yam?
Okay, so it doesn’t make much sense.
[whiny mode]
Fallcooooonnnnnn!!!
You took mine! 
now my pathetic entry has to be: racecar
[/whiny mode]
Actually, what could be more perfect than a dog?
warm, furry, unconditional love and protection - much better than any person I ever met
(Imagine you’re watching a Red Sox game) Boston ode: do not sob.
By the way, what does the president of the Palindrome Society drive? A Toyota!
:ducks and covers:
Riders in the Sky does a sketch featuring “Palindrome”, a daring gunslinger who only speaks in palindromes. (Sort of a play on the classic tv character “Paladin”). A sample scene, reconstructed from memory.
(Palindrome enters the saloon)
Lady: Howdy, stranger.
Palindrome: Ma’am.
Lady: Don’t believe I caught your name…
Palindrome.: Madam, I’m Adam.
Lady: Well hi, Adam! Say, I didn’t see you ride in on a horse. How’d you get into town?
Palindrome: A Toyota.
Barkeep: What’ll ya have?
Palindrome:: Lager, sir, is regal.
Lady: You sound kind of stopped up. Are your sinuses bothering you?
Palindrome.: Tons o’ snot.
Lady: Well, I hope you’re not allergic to all these old cats!
Palindrome: Senile felines!
Big Gib: I hear you’re the guy who’s come to clean up this town!
Lady: Oh, no! It’s Big Gib - he’s a murderer and a thief!
Palindrome: Big Gib?
Big Gib: That’s the name. And it’s the last thing you’ll ever say. Reach for the sky!
Palindrome: Draw, o coward!
Big Gib: Why, you–
Palindrome: YO!
[bang… thump]
Palindrome: Oy…
Lady: My hero!
Palindrome: Now, sir, a war is won!
Lady: Ooooh… Adam, why don’t you come over to my place… for lunch?
Palindrome: Sex at noon? Taxes!
And with that post, drewbert adds his name to the pile of dopers who have demonstrated just what kind of a life they have:
None.
[hijack]
The band I was in in Cleveland, after being nearly sued for naming ourselves Electrolux, changed our name to The Palindromes. For stage names, three of us referred to ourselves as Anna, Bob and Otto (I was Otto). Our first CD was called, at the suggestion of the owner of the label that pressed it, Muy Muy Pop - Yum Yum!. Our second was called, A Man, A Car, A Maraca.
[/hijack]
YES!!! :: pumps fist in the air ::
Able was I, ere I saw Elba
This is from a recent link on slashdot, but was so cool I had to add it to this thread.
A palindromic C program…
char rahc
[ ]
=
"
/"
,
redivider
[ ]
=
"Able was I ere I saw elbA"
,
*
deliver,reviled
=
1+1
,
niam ; main
( )
{/*\}
\*/
int tni
=
0x0
,
rahctup,putchar
( )
,LACEDx0 = 0xDECAL,
rof ; for
(;(int) (tni);)
(int) (tni)
= reviled ; deliver =
redivider
;
for ((int)(tni)++,++reviled;reviled* *deliver;deliver++,++(int)(tni)) rof
=
(int) -1- (tni)
;reviled--;--deliver;
(tni) = (int)
- 0xDECAL + LACEDx0 -
rof ; for
(reviled--,(int)--(tni);(int) (tni);(int)--(tni),--deliver)
rahctup = putchar
(reviled* *deliver)
;
rahctup * putchar
((char) * (rahc))
;
/*\
{\*/}
2002 - Graduation year.
WHOO HOOO!!!
Line from a comedian some years back on the old “MTV Half Hour Comedy Hour”:
Well, it’s 1991, a year we dyslexics have been waiting for, for a long, long time.