Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 16)

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

“I won’t finish in fifth place,” Tom held forth.

“I can eat one hundred and forty-four,” Tom boasted grossly.

“The censors took all the dirty bits out of my show,” said Tom deludedly.

“My giant sea creature died,” Tom wailed blubberingly.

“I need an injection,” Tom pleaded in vain.

“I’ll get you out of prison in no time,” said Tom balefully.

“The escaped prisoner is camping out in the woods,” said Tom contentedly.

“I teach economics at the university,” Tom professed.

“My neurotic blood-sucking arachnid has put on weight”, said Tom, his nervous tic showing again.

“Lights, camera, action!” Tom said directly.

“I see myself as an open-minded person,” Tom said upon reflection.

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

“Let’s spice it up,” said Tom gingerly.

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

“I lost my trousers,” said Tom expansively.

“I want to be your best friend,” Tom said doggedly.

“Don’t let me drown in Egypt!” pleaded Tom, deep in denial.

“Now I can do some painting,” said Tom easily.

“I’ll show you my illustrated Irish new testament,” said Tom bibliographically.

“I want a motorized bicycle,” Tom moped.