What did I do in the Navy? I was a periscope, obviously.

What did I do in the Navy? I was a periscope, obviously.
It’s Friday and I have to take off . . .
Hey, it isn’t just any bird that brings his own utensil to the soup buffet.
Yes, another week and I have flown. But there is always next week.
If you think I’m gorgeous standing here, you’re right, but I even more beautiful in flight.
I swear, this is the last time I stick my neck out for some Little Blue Heron. He’s nowhere to be found.
I’m telling you she was the most beautiful heron I have ever set eyes on and I lost her number. So . . .
In a state with so many seniors, I do spend quite a bit of time twiddling my feathers waiting for a delivery.
Hey Pavaroti, let’s hear you try this aria!
Do you believe that clown. He thinks he’s incognito with that get up?