Go on. Admit you haven’t a clue what a Tom Swifty is.
I won’t help. You google it 🙂
Ericka wrote (in around 2000)
“Dear Jane may I speak to you frankly?
I know that you’ve been feeling dankly.
But your suicide
will just be implied –
those bullets won’t work.” said Tom blankly.
Ærchie shot back this reply
Poor Jane, who found life somewhat slavely
Tried ending it, often quite knavely.
“One day she just might
Do everything right
Then we’ll have to dig” said Tom gravely