Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 7)

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

“I’m not going to give up anything this Easter,” said Tom relentlessly.

“Look at my shiny kitchen floor”, said Tom, waxing enthusiastic.

“I have those totals for you”, Tom added.

“I lost my trousers,” said Tom expansively.

“I’ve run out of wool,” said Tom, knitting his brow.

“We can’t have this and eat it too,” said Tom archaically.

“So this is your new computer!” said Tom calculatingly.

“Some of my windows were broken in the storm,” he said, pained.

“And to think I swallowed that lie, hook, line and sinker!” Tom gulped.

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

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

“Boy, that’s an ugly hippopotamus!” said Tom hypocritically.

“This salad dressing has too much vinegar,” said Tom acidly.

“The situation is grave,” Tom said cryptically.

“I have to keep these eggs warm,” Tom said honestly.

“I’ve got a new watch,” Tom said with abandon.

“A dog bit me,” said Tom rabidly.

“This pencil tip is dull,” she said pointedly.

“I swallowed some of the glass from that broken window,” Tom said painfully.

“I have no underwear,” Tom said expansively.