Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 25)

“He’s a boring chap,” said Tom indulgently.

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

“I didn’t look at all!” Tom peeped.

“No ellipses, parabolas or hyperbolas,” said Tom laconically.

“I can see through the window,” said Tom stiltedly.

“I manufacture tabletops for shops,” said Tom counterproductively.

“These bit patterns will be more readable in groups of 8,” said Tom bitingly.

“I wonder why the hive’s still empty,” said Tom belatedly.

“You resemble a goat,” said Tom satirically.

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

“Would you stop horsing around!” yelled Tom woefully.

“I don’t know any shanties,” said Tom unceasingly.

“I’m going to be intestate,” said Tom unwillingly.

“I have those totals for you”, Tom added.

“Those ballet students should be forced to do their exercises in the nude,” said Tom barbarically.

“Let’s all play an A, a C#, and an E”, cried the band with one accord.

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

“If I let go of the ceiling it will collapse,” Tom upheld.

“I’m halfway up a mountain,” Tom alleged.

“I lost my trousers,” said Tom expansively.

“The doctor had to remove a bone from my arm,” said Tom humorlessly.