Subject: Tom Swifties (Page 23)

“I like camping,” said Tom intently.

“I like fuzzy bunnies”, gurgled Tom acutely.

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

“I can’t do it!” Tom said notably.

“I was adopted,” said Tom transparently.

"Let's gather up the rope," said Tom coyly.

“I wonder if there’s a number between seven and nine,” said Tom considerately.

“I cut off the bottoms of my Levis so they won’t drag on the ground,” said Tom hygienically.

“I think I’ll use a different font,” said Tom boldly.

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

“Here’s the story of the Liberty Bell”, Tom told us appealingly.

“How do you start a model-T Ford without a battery?” asked Tom crankily.

“We have no oranges,” Tom said fruitlessly.

“3.14159265,” Tom said piously.

“Come up to my apartment,” Tom said flatly.

“Sorry about that butt call,” he said cheekily.

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

“I feel a draft,” Tom said coolly.

“My pencil is blunt,” said Tom pointlessly.

“The bank doesn’t want me as a customer,” said Tom unaccountably.

“I’m of greater value to you every day”, said Tom appreciatively.