Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 17)

“This is mutiny!” said Tom bountifully.

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

“I can see you,” peeped Tom with his hands over his eyes.

“I guess she fell off the motorcycle,” said Tom ruthlessly.

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

“I have a delivery of shoes for the prisoners,” said Tom consolingly.

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

“I won’t finish in fifth place,” Tom held forth.

“My cat George is my dearest friend,” Tabitha purred.

“I punched him in the stomach three times,” said Tom triumphantly.

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

“I’m wearing a ribbon round my arm,” said Tom with abandon.

“We need more people like Ronald Reagan and Ronald McDonald,” said Tom moronically.

“I was absolutely vitrified,” said Tom with a glazed look.

“I can see because I have actual visual organs,” Tom realized.

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

“I decided which car to purchase after looking at the pictures,” said Tom autobiographically.

“I’m the butcher’s assistant,” said Tom cuttingly.

“I know which boyd gets the woym,” said Tom in an oily voice.

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

“Nobody has scored yet in the tennis game,” said Tom lovingly.