Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 6)

“I suppose I’ll have to write my name again,” said Tom resignedly.

“I won’t finish in fifth place,” Tom held forth.

“I only use one herb when I cook,” said Tom sagely.

“I have been reading Voltaire,” Tom admitted candidly.

“I could stand to lose 50% of my body weight”, said Tom affably.

“I’ve got sand in my dinner,” said Tom grittily.

“Don’t give me the gears!” said Tom automatically.

“It’s an actual parameter, not a formal parameter,” was Tom’s argument.

“I’m of greater value to you every day”, said Tom appreciatively.

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

“Why do I have to strip naked again?” asked Tom rebuffingly.

“So, it’s a duel you want!” Tom shot back.

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

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

“This looks like the fruit of the blackthorn,” said Tom slowly.

“I need some suspenders for my pants,” Tom upheld.

“Give me some Chinese food”, said Tom wantonly.

“I’ve stopped seeing my therapist”, said Tom unshrinkingly.

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

“No, I won’t give you a note saying you’re excused,” said Tom unwaveringly.

“You don’t see the point, do you?” asked Tom, stabbing in the dark.