“8 line poem about palindromes, with the last line being a real palindrome”
Within a word, a mirrored dream, A secret tucked inside the seam. Racecar glides from front to rear, Each letter fits, it’s crystal clear. Step on no pets—a clever trick, A plan that’s sly, precise, and slick. Madam in Eden saw her art, Able was I ere I saw Elba.