Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 9)

“I guess she fell off the motorcycle,” said Tom ruthlessly.

“Perhaps I will,” said Tom with all his might.

“Pass me the shellfish,” said Tom crabbily.

“Those cobs are amazing!” said Tom cornily.

“Europe needs more self-restraint,” said Tom continently.

“Ein, zwei, drei, fünf,”” said Tom fearlessly.

“It’s just gold leaf”, said Tom guiltily.

“The vegetables are overcooked!” she steamed.

“I clubbed a diamondback snake with a spade,” Tom said heartlessly.

“My fellow Americans,” boomed Ronald Reagan, “I have just signed legislation to outlaw the state of Russia for ever…”

“This salmon is excellent,” said Tom superficially.

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

“I’m losing my hair,” Tom bawled.

“We have no oranges,” Tom said fruitlessly.

“Can I become a chorister?” Tom inquired.

“I’d like to be a Chinese laborer,” said Tom coolly.

“Parsley, sage, rosemary,” said Tom timelessly.

“Has my magazine arrived?” Tom asked periodically.

“Let’s eat kosher tonight,” said Tom judiciously.

“The bank doesn’t want me as a customer,” said Tom unaccountably.

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