Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 26)

“I was removed from office,” said Tom disappointedly.

“I can’t march any more!” the soldier called haltingly.

“I’ve been to a film festival in Southern France,” said Tom cannily.

“Absolutely, totally, completely,” Tom uttered.

“I’m being sent down to the minors,” said Tom beleagueredly.

“I decided which car to purchase after looking at the pictures,” said Tom autobiographically.

“Who goes there!” the soldier called out haltingly.

“Hey, what’s it worth if I help you escape from prison?” asked Tom contemptuously.

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

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

“I won’t stand for painting,” said Tom uneasily.

“I am removing the lining of my gloves,” Tom deferred.

“Phew! I’ve just finished learning all Shakespeare’s works,” said Tom willfully.

“I’m just an average guy,” said Tom meanly.

“My ancestor was a famous Confederate general who had an army fort named after him,” Tom bragged.

“I’m going after that red fish,” said Tom erringly.

“I teach at a university,” Tom professed.

“I really don’t like tending the garden,” he said witheringly.

“I’m shocked,” said Tom electrically.

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

“I need a pencil sharpener,” said Tom bluntly.