Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 18)

“Has the bear gone away?” asked Tom intently.

“Ought I to do this?” asked Tom with a shudder.

“I wonder why the hive’s still empty,” said Tom belatedly.

“I’ve stopped seeing my therapist”, said Tom unshrinkingly.

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

“Your trousers have come apart!” was Tom’s unseemly comment.

“I’ve paid my annual subscription,” Tom remembered.

“I’m putting on my T-shirt, shorts, and sunglasses,” Tom summarized.

“I’m on social security,” said Tom dolefully.

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

“I feel so empty,” said Tom vacuously.

“I’ve only enough carpet for the hall and landing,” said Tom with a blank stare.

“It’s not fair!” said Tom darkly.

“Eating uranium makes me feel funny,” said Tom radiantly.

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

“I just got a job putting up steel girders!” Tom beamed.

“Would you like to buy some cod?” asked Tom selfishly.

“You dance just like Fred Astaire,” she said gingerly.

“This way to the seabird exhibit”, said Tom awkwardly.

“I used to feed the lions at the zoo,” said Tom offhandedly.

“Who is this Tom Swifty character anyway?” asked Tom unselfconsciously.