Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 14)

“I’m falling into a void,” said Tom flawlessly.

“I’m concerned about the number of people not attending,” said Tom absentmindedly.

“I will now demonstrate how to dissect a sheep,” delivered Tom.

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

“No, I haven’t read Voltaire,” said Tom candidly.

“Why is this telephone flex always tangled?” asked Tom coyly.

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

“It’s a unit of electric current,” said Tom amply.

“I’ve mailed the letter,” Tom assented.

“I wonder if there’s a number between seven and nine,” said Tom considerately.

“I chop down trees for a living,” said Tom lumberingly.

“I’ve been waiting to see the doctor,” said Tom patiently.

“There’s no place for the kitchen sink,” said Tom counterproductively.

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

“I can see because I have actual visual organs,” Tom realized.

“Unlike you, I’ve always been a dog person,” he barked.

“I love hot dogs,” said Tom with relish.

“The seesaw is upside down,” said Tom saucily.

“I’m trying to get some air circulating under the roof,” said Tom fanatically.

“I like ragged margins,” said Tom without justification.

“I wouldn’t like anything but just that,” said Tom wantonly.