Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 7)

“Can I go looking for the Grail again?” Tom requested.

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

“Watch out for that broken glass!” she said sharply.

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

“I’m going window shopping,” said Tom listlessly.

“It’s twelve noon,” Tom chimed in.

“There’s no need for silence,” Tom allowed.

“Now no-one can detect my halitosis,” said Tom breathlessly.

“Don’t add too much water,” said Tom with great concentration.

“I admire East End gangsters,” said Tom crazily.

“The girl has been kidnapped,” said Tom mistakenly.

“I’m going to get a hair transplant,” said Tom baldly.

“I need a pencil sharpener,” said Tom bluntly.

“I’d like to make a toast,” Tom said warmly.

“We just struck oil!” Tom gushed.

“That’s not how you draw a circle,” he criticized her roundly.

“I used to command a battalion of German ants,” said Tom exuberantly.

“It’s not a candy mint, it’s a breath mint”, Tom asserted.

“I like camping,” said Tom intently.

“I’m a lot taller than I was yesterday,” said Tom gruesomely.

“We’d like a table for two,” said Tom without reservation.