Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 22)

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

“I wonder if there’s a number between seven and nine,” said Tom considerately.

“The girl has been kidnapped,” said Tom mistakenly.

“Here is your hotdog,” said Tom with relish.

“Boy, I wish the elevator were working,” said Tom, staring up to the top.

“I unclogged the drain with a vacuum cleaner,” said Tom succinctly.

“I swallowed some of the glass from that broken window,” Tom said painfully.

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

“Consult an investment broker,” was Tom’s stock answer.

“I only have diamonds, clubs and spades,” said Tom heartlessly.

“I think I’ll use a different font,” said Tom boldly.

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

“I’m sure we can fool them into thinking this is pollen,” said Tom beguilingly.

“Ouch! When I get stung, I want revenge,” said Tom begrudgingly.

“I think we were cheated,” Tom recounted.

“Some of my windows were broken in the storm,” he said, pained.

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

“I teach at a university,” Tom professed.

“Yes, I’m amazingly strongly built,” said Tom soberly.

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

“Someday I’ll run the CIA,” said Tom aspiringly.