Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 26)

“Watch this insect sail through the air,” said Tom flippantly.

“No, I haven’t read Voltaire,” said Tom candidly.

“I’ve joined the navy,” Tom said fleetingly.

“Parsley, sage, rosemary,” said Tom timelessly.

“I got demoted,” Tom admitted privately.

“Get out of here!” said Tom believingly.

“I still haven’t struck oil,” said Tom boringly.

“That’s especially stupid!” said Tom superciliously.

“Europe needs more self-restraint,” said Tom continently.

“The roof is about to collapse”, Tom upheld.

“Your trousers have come apart!” was Tom’s unseemly comment.

“2 bdrm furn w 5 appl”, said Tom aptly.

“It’s just gold leaf”, said Tom guiltily.

“I just came in through the door,” said Tom, entranced.

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

“I couldn’t believe there were 527,986 bees in the swarm!” Tom recounted.

“Where’s my pants?” asked Tom briefly.

“I don’t want to rewrite this in prose,” said Tom aversely.

“I told you not to ride that horse,” Tom nagged.

“Bad marksmanship,” the hunter groused.

“I’m on the green,” Tom lied.