Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 25)

“Use your own hair brush,” Tom bristled.

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

“This food tastes of plutonium,” said Tom glowingly.

“Do you think I’m a dull person?” Tom asked bluntly.

“I’ve dug myself into a hole,” Tom said gravely.

“Fire!” yelled Tom alarmingly.

“My neurotic blood-sucking arachnid has put on weight”, said Tom, his nervous tic showing again.

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

“I’m burning aromatic substances,” said Tom, incensed.

“Zoos are a necessary evil, I think,” said Tom cagily.

“I hear a brook,” Tom babbled.

“This oar is broken,” said Tom robustly.

“Another work week begins,” said Tom mundanely.

“I’m mentioned in this book,” said Tom contentedly.

“This blood-sucking insect likes French cheese,” said Tom briefly.

“It’s only average,” said Tom meanly.

“We could have made a fortune canning pineapples,” Tom groaned dolefully.

“It has zero height, zero width, and just a little depth,” said Tom, stretching the point.

“Is it true that some animals will eat their own babies?” asked Tom literately.

“Your fly is undone,” was Tom’s zippy rejoinder.

“I’m going window shopping,” said Tom listlessly.