Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 23)

“What are these berries?” Tom rasped.

“I can talk faster than you,” Tom expressed.

“I don’t know any shanties,” said Tom unceasingly.

“Is it true that some animals will eat their own babies?” asked Tom literately.

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

“I am removing the lining of my gloves,” Tom deferred.

“The jelly is 50% set”, Tom affirmed.

“Pass the playing cards,” said Tom ideally.

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

“It’s made the grass wet,” said Tom after due consideration.

“Pretend we were in the days before railways,” Tom coached.

“I shall see to it well in advance,” said Tom tenderly.

“I’d like to be a Chinese laborer,” said Tom coolly.

“I have three houses, and I’m going to buy another,” said Tom forebodingly.

“Use your own hair brush,” Tom bristled.

“Now I have the tools to chop down that tree,” said Tom with a heavy accent.

“This food tastes of plutonium,” said Tom glowingly.

“3.14159265,” Tom said piously.

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

“For goodness sakes, use a broom,” Tom bristled.

“Parsley, sage, rosemary,” said Tom timelessly.