Newsgroups: rec.arts.poems Subject: Re: What about PALINDROMES? Message-ID: <email@example.com> From: firstname.lastname@example.org (Mark Thomas) Date: 25 Oct 1994 09:36:06 -0400 Alexey V. Andreyev (email@example.com) wrote: : I wonder if somebody writes palindromic poetry in English. I regret posting this without its full citation, but the source of this poem has somehow gotten away from me. I hope this makes someone laugh as hard as I laughed when I first read this. In Eden, I Adam: Madam -- Eve: Oh, who -- Adam: (No girl-rig on!) Eve: Heh? Adam: Madam, I'm Adam. Eve: Name of a foeman? Adam: O stone me! Not so. Eve: Mad! A maid I am, Adam. Adam: Pure, eh? Called Ella? Cheer up. Eve: Eve, not Ella. Brat-star ballet on? Eve. Adam: Eve? Eve: Eve, maiden name. Both sad in Eden? I dash to be manned, I am Eve. Adam: Eve. Drowsy baby's word. Eve. Eve: Mad! A gift. I fit fig, Adam. Adam: On, hostess? Ugh! Gussets? Oh, no! Eve: ??? Adam: Sleepy baby peels. Eve: Wolf! Low! Adam: Wolf? Fun, so snuff "low." Eve: Yes, low! Yes, nil on, no linsey-wolsey! Adam: Madam, I'm Adam. Named under a ban. A bared, nude man -- Aha! Eve: Mad Adam! Adam: Mmmmmmmm! Eve: Mmmmmmmm! Adam: Even in Eden I win Eden in Eve. Eve: Pure woman in Eden, I win Eden in -- a mower-up! Adam: Mmmmmmmm! Eve: Adam, I'm Ada! Adam: Miss, I'm Cain, a monomaniac. Miss, I'm -- Eve: No, son. Adam: Name's Abel, a male base man. Eve: Name not so, O stone man! Adam: Mad as it is it is Adam. Eve: I'm a Madam Adam, am I? Adam: Eve? Eve: Eve mine. Denied a jade in Eden, I'm Eve. Adam: No fig. (Nor wrong if on!) Eve: ??? Adam: A daffodil I doff, Ada. Eve: 'Tis a--what--ah, was it -- Adam: Sun ever! A bare Venus . . . Eve: 'S pity! So red, ungirt, rig-nude, rosy tips . . . Adam: Eve is a sieve! Eve: Tut-tut! Adam: Now a see-saw on . . . Eve: On me? (O poem!) No! Adam: Aha! Eve: I won't! O not now, I -- Adam: Aha! Eve: NO! O God, I--(Fit if I do?) Go on. Adam: Hrrrrrrh! Eve: Wow! Ow! Adam: Sores? (Alas, Eros!) Eve: No, none. My hero! More hymen, on, on . . . Adam: Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrh! Eve: Revolting is error. Resign it, lover. Adam: No, not now I won't. On, on . . . Eve: Rise, sir. Adam: Dewy dale, cinema-game . . . Nice lady wed? Eve: Marry an Ayr ram! Adam: Rail on, O liar! Eve: Live devil! Adam: Diamond-eyed no-maid! Both: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!