Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 19)

“Bad marksmanship,” the hunter groused.

 “My parents are called Billy and Nanny,” Tom kidded.

“This flower’s empty,” the drone said belatedly.

“I wish I drove a Scandinavian car,” Tom sobbed.

“Pass me the shellfish,” said Tom crabbily.

“I find you guilty,” said the judge with conviction.

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

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

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

“I couldn’t believe there were 527,986 bees in the swarm!” Tom recounted.

“Boy, I wish the elevator were working,” said Tom, staring up to the top.

“Now no-one can detect my halitosis,” said Tom breathlessly.

“She even flies her own jet,” Tom leered.

“Please get into the elevator”, said Tom uppishly.

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

“I’ve joined the Airborne Medical Corps,” said Tom paradoxically.

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

“I caught two hares”, said Tom abrasively.

“We have no oranges,” Tom said fruitlessly.

“I had an accident in the kitchen,” said Tom with panache.

“Someone bumped into me while I was brushing my teeth,” said Tom with a gleam in his eye.