Are you ready? Today's lesson deals with writing Tom Swifties.
For example, "Don't mess with Ax", the preacher said sharply.
Or, "I play music every Sunday for my church" she replied organically.

Therefore, one makes a statement and then creates a verb and an then a clever,double meaning adverb describing the verb. Here are some starters:
"I'm an ordained minister," said Tom _______.
"I've struck oil," Tom said,______
"As soon as the rain stops, we'll break camp," said Tom --tently.
"Boy, will I give YOU a haircut!" said Tom barb_______.

"Buy me something to drink?" said Tom ________.

These are awful groaners. How about sending one or two of your "best" to the forum?

I sent her shopping said N Jay Thrifly
I drove the car slow said N Jay brakelessly
I saw the tree fall said N JAY springingly

they sound ok to you???

"Would you like to come over to my place for a quick bite" said the black widow venomously

i AM GETTING THE ITCH FOR A QUICK BITE SAID THE CANABALL CARNIVOROUSLY

I FEEL LIKE WHITE WASHING A FENCE SAID HUCK FINNLEE

"I think I erased it," he said blankly.

"I get your point!" he said sharply.

"You have each added to the problem," summed up the math teacher.

"My boyfriend is cheap, cheap," she chirped.

Ian you really had a tough time with this one didn't you? I think you have been unleashed internationally.
Tony, in the middle of my lesson posting I was trying to think of a bird pun but I couldn't get on top of cheep which you did.
Isn't it wonderful that for many of us it's only been since the turn of the century that we have found a justification for our decades of playing around with words? As a primary teacher my mantra was that the more your child writes the better she will read and the more she reads the better she will write. Sorry teenage computer enthusiasts but you suffer when the perfect, coloured picture of a hobbit is what becomes YOUR mental image. Remember, Walt Disney refused to do the Hobbit because he said everyone(albeit alluding to a sixties generation) has a different mental picture of that a furry footed one looks like.
As a child I knew what the Lone Ranger looked like because I heard the serial on radio every week on WGR; the same for Red Ryder and on CBC Radio ..knock, knock,knock. Who's there?..it's the Happy Gang!...Well come on in!"
And I suppose the allure of theatre of the mind is what kept me on air for 22 years. Swing easy.

She knows how to ruffle my feathers, he crowed.
Who, me? he asked owlishly
My, my, my, she clucked.
Birds of a feather, flock together, he twittered.
That was a poison pen letter, he said venomously.
I smell gas, he said flatulently.
Euripides? Yes-Eumenides?

Shall I go on?