Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 10)

“I hate math,” Tom added.

“Can I go looking for the Grail again?” Tom requested.

“Where’s my pants?” asked Tom briefly.

“Consult an investment broker,” was Tom’s stock answer.

“Oops! There goes my hat!” said Tom off the top of his head.

“I’d better repeat that SOS message,” said Tom remorsefully.

“I’m a lot taller than I was yesterday,” said Tom gruesomely.

"Welcome to my tomb," said Tom cryptically.

“I am not full of hot air,” Tom belched.

“What are these berries?” Tom rasped.

“I couldn’t believe there were 527,986 bees in the swarm!” Tom recounted.

“Those ballet students should be forced to do their exercises in the nude,” said Tom barbarically.

“I wish I drove a Scandinavian car,” Tom sobbed.

“The doctor had to remove a bone from my arm,” said Tom humorlessly.

“I find you guilty,” said the judge with conviction.

“I only have diamonds, clubs and spades,” said Tom heartlessly.

“That young insect is female,” said Tom gallantly.

“I’m burning aromatic substances,” said Tom, incensed.

“Now no-one can detect my halitosis,” said Tom breathlessly.

“Watch this insect sail through the air,” said Tom flippantly.

“I’m burning aromatic substances,” said Tom, incensed.