Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 21)

“It’s an actual parameter, not a formal parameter,” was Tom’s argument.

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

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

“We can’t let the fire die out,” Tom bellowed.

“Where shall I plant these water lilies?” Tom pondered.

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

“It’s just gold leaf,” said Tom guiltily.

“I compliment the company that makes the Macintosh computer,” said Tom applauding.

“Who discovered radium?” asked Tom curiously.

“Has my magazine arrived?” Tom asked periodically.

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

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

“I’ve got another @#$%*! insect in my pants”, said Tom adamantly.

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

“Give me some Chinese food”, said Tom wantonly.

“Everything Albert says is so obvious”, said Tom altruistically.

“It’s become much bigger,” said Tom with a groan.

“I can’t march any more!” the soldier called haltingly.

“Would anyone like some Parmesan?” asked Tom gratingly.

“Let’s sort this out,” Tom ordered.

“Eating garbage is a form of recycling, but I can’t eat any more,” said Tom wastefully.