Here is a very contrived palindrome containing the numbers “one” to “ten” in order.
Slap one – two wider, Rev! Three bees stare. Nine ton on four images, pet, or, with G.I. etc.,
a nine-vested act on - five I knit; six exist in Kiev. If not, Cadet Seven, in Act Eight I wrote
P.S. e.g. “Am I - RU? - of no note?” Nine rats see beer. H.T.V. erred – I wow ten opals.
And here are two awful palindromes:
Do orbs brood? Tubs do, so do sods, but do orbs brood?
And the next one: