Palindromic Poems

Mood's mode!

Pallas, I won!

(Diaper pane, sold entire.)

Melt till ever sere, hide it.

Drown a more vile note;

(Tar of rennet.)

Ah, trowel, baton, eras ago.

The reward? A "nisi." Two nag.

Otary tastes putrid, yam was green.

Odes up and on; stare we.

Rats nod. Nap used one-erg saw.

(May dirt upset satyr?)

A toga now; 'tis in a drawer, eh?

Togas are notable.

(Worth a tenner for Ate.)

Tone liver. O Man, word-tied I.

Here's revel!

Little merit, Ned? Lose, Nap?

Repaid now is all apedom's doom.

(author unknown)

"To I, Lester"

A cotton eve,

O, trap! Eden!

O, television sad as night.

I wonder if senile sirs tell war days,

Words selfless, drowsy...

A drawl lets rise lines fired

[No!]

With gin:

Sad as "no" is,

I've let one depart.

O, eve--

Not to care...

--T. S. Eliot

(by Jesse K. Rosenthal)