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Guy's Scandalously Racy Palindrome

Written by a certain shameless C. Guy La Fortune

Copyright © 2007 by C. Guy La Fortune

Here is something you might find amusing, provided you don't think it putrid and quickly surf elsewhere on the Web, never to return!  Unintentionally written for a[n] [im]mature audience, it is letter-for-letter palindromic, reading precisely the same backward as forward.  It would only aggravate my obsessive-compulsive tendencies (and tax the reader's patience) to extend it any further.  Trust me.  I tried to make it funny despite it being oddly disjointed.  So, here it goes (paragraphs somewhat arbitrary):   

Dwell lazily at spots won in raw iris abandon. 

Aloha!  I lick commode robots.  Must I see fan Nehru flush?  Salsa video boys tug tubs.  Sarcastic, I lose hair as I hem a tie.  Madame, do bards, seldom aerobic, ire my lopsided, noble gym?  Every task ropes a basalt as I sun on a senile, female, tardy, hot sire wolf's tired robe.  Rot!  To bore roses, net a tundra hag, nostril fallen, evil.  Draw no nets! 

A hot dog may age by bursting.  Oh; dogs, aware of a live, natural, intense odor, engorge on a cat ego.  Dogs' sarcasm, idly rebred, limps, agile.  Emit stark capons to bore vigor.  I act.  I golf.  Feeble gnats--elongated until rats erupt--I burst, I rip:  snacks, all!  I partly rebel, a part lunatic at peeking.  I, lame, wave.  Do not doom; save sex in Laos. 

"Emus," said Al Gore, "need erasure!  Vile dodos!  Panda bane, design in raw natron, I made us silos, ore--arid and loco!  Stop DNA?  No, Erfoud!"  Live seed, spat on Ernie's runaway roll or bun, signals nil.  I hinder a ward. 

Emote, pop an Ephedra wad.  Alas, a nut--a now otiose nut--tastes putrid!  Piss upon a brutal foe!  So, hero, will I tune my metal laser?  It was in!  Is Salem an ellipse?  Lo, ma!  Caught or free, bar again a bad liaison, Ezra, Gus.  Tense, we draw no red.  Now, a "peeking" is a sin, Alan.  I know slang is drab, so I hone my Latin.  I rob, allay old ire. 

Wait!  I limp, sir.  Can I sprawl labored on an anodyne dignitary?  More hay?  Not I.  Am I too hot to hoot?

I'm an unsure vessel.  First, is God agnostic at all, a siren trap, a silly didactic ill?  I nab mud, maiden nuts.  Sue mimes a clan my hymn.  (It is torrid and I rule liver worms.)  Agronomic, I nap in a bin...embedded if nocturnal.  I'm so symbolic a muse, Nola!  Ogres are ogres, Selma.  I, Tony; as I live on hair a pond eel bites, I sniff umbrage--but still a gut I rob.  Alyssa got evil:  a son, a clover emetic!  Xena, mow a nacre veneer field.  Arcade wires alter ruts. 

I held dirt; now I dine!  Gag!  I'd render every menu terse.  Do I degauss a yam?  No, I tar okra.  Don, emir--Caesar--enamel banana caps!  Nail a tie to me, radio valet.  Oh--at Nero's bar, garbage breeds a pope nil, nosey Ella.  Keep sloops secret.  See us sin on extra pistol ipecac. 

I bore.  An ax is no sleepy, calm lab!  Men even appall a sabred, insane metal Bosnia/Peru tussle era.  Gall, irk, and stun, laser cadet, a noted smirk corps!  Away!  A paper ark, radar evocative, tips Boston:  "Odd as Maine trams, I collate my metal loci.  Smarten!" 

I am sad.  Do not sob; spit!  Evita, cover a dark, rare papaya wasp.  Rock rims detonated acres, Al.  Nuts, DNA, krill, agar, eels, suture pains, oblate men--a snider basal lap pan, even--embalm lacy peels on six anaerobic ace pilots.  I, part xenon, issue ester cesspools. 

Peek!  All eyes online pop as deer beg a bra grab.  So rent a hotel.  Avoid a remote Italian spa.  Can an able man erase a crime no dark oration may assuage?  Diodes retune my revered nerd.  I gag.  Enid, I won't riddle his turret laser. 

I wed; a cradle I free.  Never can a woman excite mere volcanos alive to gassy labor!  I tug all its tube garb.  Muffins I set; I bleed!  No pariah, no evil:  I say not, "I am lesser"!  Go, eraser, go!  A lone sumac I lob.  My [SOS!] Milan rut confided, Deb,...men I ban!  I panic:  I'm on orgasm row!  Revile lurid nadir rot!  Sit in my hymnal case; mime us.  Stunned, I am dumb; an illicit cad idyll is a partner. 

Is all a tacit song?  A dog sits.  Rifles sever us, nun.  AM I too hot to hoot, Ima?  I, Tony--a hero?  My rating I deny.  Don an anode, Rob.  All warps in a crisp militia.  We rid loyal labor in Italy, men.  Ohio's bard signals won kin!:  Alan is a sign I keep a wonder. 

Onward, ewes!  Net sugar...Zeno's!  I ail.  Dab a Niagara beer froth, guacamole spill.  Enamel as sin, I saw tires; all ate my menu till I wore hose.  O flat urban opus, sip!  Dirt upsets; attune.  So, Ito won a tuna salad award, eh?  Pen a pope tome.  Draw a red nihil; in slang:  I snub roll or yaw. 

A nurse in Reno taps Dee's evil duo:  Freon and pot!  So, cold nadir aerosol issued a minor tan warning.  Is Eden a bad nap?  So DO deliver us!  Are Dee, Nero glad?  I assume so.  Al nixes Eva's mood to nod.  Eva, we malign.  I keep tacit an ultra-pale beryl trap.  I'll ask, "Can spirits rub it:  pure starlit nude tag?"  No, lest angel beef flog it, Cairo!  Give robots no pack rat's time.  Eli, gasp!:  milder beryl dims a crass god!  O!  Get a canoe. 

Grog, Nero, does net nil:  a rut, an evil, a foe raw as god.  Hog nits, Ruby, beg a yam god to hasten onward.  Live, Nell, a flirt song, a hard nut, a tense, sore robot!  To reborder its flower is to hydrate lame felines:  an onus.  Is Atlas a base pork satyr, Eve? 

My gel, bonded, is polymeric.  (I bore a mod, less drab ode.)  Madame, I tame his aria.  He solicits a crass but gutsy oboe diva.  Slash sulfur henna fees!  It sums to boredom:  mock cilia!  

¡Hola!  Nod; nab a sir, I warn.  I now stop:  Stay, Liz, all lewd.