Rex and the race to matrimony

 Rex ran this way and that below the willows loads
Avoiding the wooden coach wheels across the valley road 
On the low hill where the ceremony will be thrown
Mesmerizing colors of the doors and windows

Rex sprinted under the wagon missing the wheel by inches
The bride took her first step out of the wagon
The dog chomped through the stitches
Half of it left downward sadly sagging

The groom chased and chased and returned empty handed
muddy and disgraced
The priest stood alone under the pergola a look of distaste
distant barking as the wedding dog Rex continued to race