Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 6)

“My giant sea creature died,” Tom wailed blubberingly.

“Eating garbage is a form of recycling, but I can’t eat any more,” said Tom wastefully.

“I’m going to lie in the sun,” said Tom in Basque.

“I can see the Greek woodland deity is no more,” Tom said with a deadpan expression.

“I like modern painting,” said Tom abstractly.

“I caught two hares”, said Tom abrasively.

“Sorry! I’ve accidentally pierced your cheek instead,” said Tom mysteriously.

“Ignore the first three turnings,” directed Tom forthrightly.

“This is mutiny!” said Tom bountifully.

“This must be an aerobics class,” Tom worked out.

“I must be on a visit”, Tom guessed.

“Emily has put on weight,” said Tom emphatically.

“Rowing so much hurts my hands,” said Tom callously.

“That may cause my violin strings to snap,” was Tom’s gut reaction.

“What are these berries?” Tom rasped.

“I’m shocked,” said Tom electrically.

“I’m losing my hair,” Tom bawled.

“Employees are not permitted to have sex on company furniture,” Tom shouted, banging on the table.

“There’s no place for the kitchen sink,” said Tom counterproductively.

“I hear a brook,” Tom babbled.

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