Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 9)

“I wouldn’t mind going with you to the tennis match,” she said gamely.

“That city will never be rebuilt,” the prophets babble on.


“Nay!” said Tom hoarsely.

“I’m mentioned in this book,” said Tom contentedly.

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

“I was removed from office,” said Tom disappointedly.

“I’m about to hit the golf ball,” Tom forewarned.

“Don’t you dare shoot that rubberband at me!” she snapped.

“Consult an investment broker,” was Tom’s stock answer.

“This steamroller is amazing,” said Tom flatteringly.

“Wool is better than cotton,” Tom said sheepishly.

“We’re off to Scotland,” said Tom clandestinely.

“I’m being sent down to the minors,” said Tom beleagueredly.

 “Your Honor, you’re crazy!” said Tom judgmentally.

“Get out of my hair,” was Tom’s brush-off.

“I brush my teeth several times a day,” said Tom implacably.

“Everything in Texas is bigger,” he said in measured tones; “Even the cowboys,” he continued hoarsely.

“The sun is rising,” Tom mourned.

“I pulled a hamstring,” said Tom limply.

“That’s already been taken care of,” Tom pretended.

“This is mutiny!” said Tom bountifully.