Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 19)

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

“Fish seem to like me,” Tom said with baited breath.

“We can’t accommodate any more peripherals,” said Tom bus-ily.

“I need some suspenders for my pants,” Tom upheld.

“I’m not leaving the chapel until I finish this painting,” said Michelangelo insistently.

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

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

“I must be on a visit”, Tom guessed.

“Give me some Chinese food”, said Tom wantonly.

“We had trouble with the propulsion systems for those moon flights”, said the NASA engineer apologetically.

“I’m not myself, today,” said Tom, being frank.

“Get out of my hair,” was Tom’s brush-off.

“Sorry about that butt call,” he said cheekily.

“I’m embarrassed,” Tom admitted readily.

“I haven’t had my photographs developed yet,” said Tom negatively.

“If I die, you get everything,” said Tom willingly.

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

“Perhaps I will,” said Tom with all his might.

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

“Watch this insect sail through the air,” said Tom flippantly.

“That’s especially stupid!” said Tom superciliously.