Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 18)

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

“There must be a power cut,” said Tom delightedly.

“I see,” said Tom icily.

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

"Welcome to my tomb," said Tom cryptically.

“I’m on the green,” Tom lied.

“Why shouldn’t I stir my coffee with a ballpoint pen?” Tom bickered.

“I'll have a martini,” said Tom, dryly.

“I really don’t like tending the garden,” he said witheringly.

“This is where I keep my arrows,” said Tom quiveringly.

“Why don’t you have some fruit?”, asked Tom with aplomb.

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

“Where’s my pants?” asked Tom briefly.

“There, there,” was Tom’s pat answer.

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

“It’s not fair!” said Tom darkly.

“That just doesn’t add up,” said Tom, nonplussed.

“But a totalitarian government could remove all trace of my ever having existed!” said Tom unpersonably.

“Nobody has scored yet in the tennis game,” said Tom lovingly.

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

“I was raised in a foster home,” said Tom transparently.