Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 13)

”..,” said Tom blankly.

“I’m on the green,” Tom lied.

“Damn it, look at the camera!” Tom snapped.

“I’ve been waiting to see the doctor,” said Tom patiently.

“I have writer’s block,” said Tom contritely.

“Ein, zwei, drei, fünf,”” said Tom fearlessly.

“All right, I will allow the prisoners to wear perfume,” the warden consented.

“The escaped prisoner is camping out in the woods,” said Tom contentedly.

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

“I have to wear this cast for another six weeks,” said Tom disjointedly.

“I compliment the company that makes the Macintosh computer,” said Tom applauding.

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

“I want to be your best friend,” Tom said doggedly.

“I teach at a university,” Tom professed.

“I wonder where the next character is going to appear,” said Tom with a cursory glance.

“OK, you can borrow it again,” Tom relented.

“Our local clergyman has a toothache,” said Tom vicariously.

“Take me to the dance,” Mary bawled.

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

“I wonder why the hive’s still empty,” said Tom belatedly.

“I’m going to get a hair transplant,” said Tom baldly.