My dragon Rutherford

My dragon Rutherford is a dare devil out for a thrill Along the way he likes to roast a good kill I climb on his back, not knowing where we are going If he says “bring a coat” I figure it might be snowing He flies easily between continents in a couple of hours He has other talents, some truly remarkable super powers Invisible during flight, he sometimes messes with a 747 I tell him to stop it, or he might not make it to heaven Rutherford knows I am strict but loving, he is my tight pal He flies me to other galaxies, I am his favorite old gal. He has been my dragon since July thirteenth of 1972. Exhausting summer if you knew how many miles we flew. He eats along the way, roasting pigs, sheep, cattle, and one time a boar. I know he is getting ready to feast when he drops out of a soar. He always wants to share, but I bring my own snacks. I don’t like to eat anything that moos, gobbles or quacks. Last week we flew to Scotland, which was quite a trip for me. All because Rutherford had a craving for Welsh apricot tea. He is a marvelous pet, who has best intentions about me. I love my dragon Rutherford, together, we are happy, you see.