Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 26)

"Let's gather up the rope," said Tom coyly.

“You dance just like Fred Astaire,” she said gingerly.

“Has my magazine arrived?” Tom asked periodically.

“I can lend you the money,” Tom said with interest.

“I can take photographs if I want to!” Tom snapped.

“I got in through the window after opening it with a crowbar,” said Tom enterprisingly.

“I don’t like going to museums,” he said artlessly.

“You find it very large?” said Mr. Podsnap, spaciously

“Some day, people will be able to file lawsuits against computers,” said Tom soothingly.

“Where shall I plant these water lilies?” Tom pondered.

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

“I’m in the shower,” called out Tom barely audible.

“Life isn’t fair,” said Tom darkly.

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

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

“I’m wearing a ribbon round my arm,” said Tom with abandon.

“I'll have a martini,” said Tom, dryly.

“Those bullets can’t hurt me,” said Tom blankly.

“I used to be a paratrooper,” Tom explained.

“I’m not leaving the chapel until I finish this painting,” said Michelangelo insistently.

“I’ve an urgent appointment,” said Tom in Russian.