Nonsense in the Entirety

The milk man tried to find a way to the front door through the mountainous wall of snow
But he gave up to soon, because the frost bite had already claimed six of his ten toes,
And when he took a step forward like fragile glass the crystalize parts shattered.

During their meet-cute, a couple young people tried in vain to restrain their dogs,
And ran smack dab into the middle of a pond filled with geese that squawked about,
But it wasn't until the return to the shore that the dogs gobbled up every last one,
And left the young man and woman holding hands, as the authorities showed up to take testimony.

A pickled fruit vendor tried his darndest to look natural while his fruits fermented,
And the jars were always crammed full until the contents were mushed and secure,
But the life of the fruit faded quickly and the pickled fruit selling man tried his life to the core,
Attempting to impossibly produce the end all be all of pickled fruit products,
Only learning to late, and to his great strain that most people do not care for pickled fruits at all.

Way beyond the woods there sat a man with three horns on his heart, and they burst forth from his chest,
And he always carried a big stick, but he seldom ever struck out as his enemies,
But would often bludgeon his friends, and no one ever truly understood why this was so,
So in a fit of determination a crippled boy wheeled his chair to the foot of the horned hearted man,
And asked him why he always hurt the people he loved, and the man looked down and he said as he cried,
It is they who have hurt me.