Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 13)

“Will you quit rustling around in my closet!” said Leif.

“I can eat one hundred and forty-four,” Tom boasted grossly.

“Whenever I put on my scuba gear, I get pins and needles,” said Tom divertingly.

“Lights, camera, action!” Tom said directly.

“I’ll get you out of prison in no time,” said Tom balefully.

“This tooth extraction could take for ever,” said Tom with infinite wisdom.

“Look at my shiny kitchen floor”, said Tom, waxing enthusiastic.

 “My parents are called Billy and Nanny,” Tom kidded.

“Fire!” yelled Tom alarmingly.

“The optician probably doesn’t have my glasses ready yet,” Tom speculated.

“Do you buy and sell stolen goods?” asked Tom offensively.

“We must hurry,” said Tom Swiftly.

“And to think I swallowed that lie, hook, line and sinker!” Tom gulped.

“I’ve still got two fingers left,” said Tom handsomely.

“It’s freezing,” Tom muttered icily.

“I’m taking this ship back into harbor,” Tom reported.

“The insect in William’s hand is wearing a yarmulka!” said Tom jubilantly.

“I have those totals for you”, Tom added.

“I can no longer hear anything,” said Tom deftly.

“Come up to my apartment,” Tom said flatly.

“My ancestor was a famous Confederate general who had an army fort named after him,” Tom bragged.