Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 21)

“I teach economics at the university,” Tom professed.

“I’m not going to give up anything this Easter,” said Tom relentlessly.

“I write elevator music,” Tom noted.

“I don’t work here on a regular basis,” said Tom casually.

“That city will never be rebuilt,” the prophets babble on.


“The phone reception here is excellent,” he said clearly.

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

“I had an accident in the kitchen,” said Tom with panache.

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

“I’m swimming in the middle of Paris!” shouted Tom insanely.

“Goodbye, and thanks for the radio”, said Tom with a short wave.

“I’ve thought of another exception,” Tom rebutted.

“My pants are too tight,” Tom burst out.

“I’d like to make a toast,” Tom said warmly.

“Let’s take a vacation in the south of France,” said Tom nicely.

“Don’t you dare shoot that rubberband at me!” she snapped.

“I’ve paid my annual subscription,” Tom remembered.

“The food here is terrible,” he muttered, swallowing his words.

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

“This Bud’s for you,” said Tom lightly.

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