Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 12)

“Boy, will I give you a haircut!” said Tom barbarously.

“Someone bumped into me while I was brushing my teeth,” said Tom with a gleam in his eye.

“It’s just gold leaf,” said Tom guiltily.

“Why shouldn’t I stir my yoghurt with a ballpoint pen?” Tom bickered.

“I manufacture tabletops for shops,” said Tom counterproductively.

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

“I can see through the window,” said Tom stiltedly.

“I can’t march any more!” the soldier called haltingly.

“I’ve dug myself into a hole,” Tom said gravely.

“I have a split personality,” said Tom, being frank.

“The executioner has received the tool he needs”, said Tom with a heavy accent.

“I’ve run out of wool,” said Tom, knitting his brow.

“I make the armor out of chain links,” Tom replied by mail.

“This pencil tip is dull,” she said pointedly.

“I’m of greater value to you every day”, said Tom appreciatively.

“I used to command a battalion of German ants,” said Tom exuberantly.

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

“I just bought a woollen sweater,” said Tom sheepishly.

“I’ve got to stop this motor,” Tom choked.

“This food tastes of plutonium,” said Tom glowingly.

“Congratulations; you graduated,” said Tom diplomatically.