Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 18)

“Doctor, why do you have to remove my womb?” asked Mary hysterically.

“My friend and I steal things together,” Tom corroborated.

“Let’s eat kosher tonight,” said Tom judiciously.

“We can’t let the fire die out,” Tom bellowed.

“Rowing so much hurts my hands,” said Tom callously.

“For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful,” said Tom gracefully.

“All right – we’ll use a water solution”, Tom acquiesced.

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

“Melinda broke my heart,” Tom said half-heartedly.

“Get out of here!” said Tom believingly.

“I wish I had something to write with,” Tom said pensively.

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

“Hey, you’re on my foot!” said Tom standoffishly.

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

“Has my magazine arrived?” Tom asked periodically.

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

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

“You won the bronze,” said Tom meddlingly.

“I lost my pants in the stock market,” Tom speculated.

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

“Boy, that’s a bright star,” said Tom seriously.