What is the Point?

Pedro Pinkel pursued peculiar pastimes
However, to others they seemed pointless things
Such as inventing a calculator to count
The blades of grass that grew on his lawn
Or trying to fly with bags strapped to his arms like wings

One autumn, he created a tree leaf sticker
Fixing fallen leaves back was so fiddly and slow
But before Pedro could finish
Spring arrived in a hail of green bursts
And blossoming buds had started to grow

To add some bounce to his daily stroll
He attached springs to the soles of his shoes.
But, one day he sprung too high
Landing on a cloud in the sky
When at the garage attempting to jump the bus queue

Pedro carried a portable hole in his backpack
In case, he needed to hide while on the go
But as he walked, the contents of his bag
Dropped out behind him
Leaving his belongings in a trail, out on show

He had a water fountain umbrella
He gushed. “A marvelous marvel to behold.”
But anyone passing by
Got sprinkled on
Leaving them dripping wet and extremely cold

Pedro amassed a stash of toothpicks
Filled up his cupboards until they groaned
But people, viewing the collection
Fell asleep with the boredom
“A stick is just a stick, surely?” they moaned.
Zzzzzzzzzzz!

Pedro designed a ballpoint pen
That sang with emotion each word that he wrote
But replies to tax returns, car park fines
Bills and payments
Always sounded with rather sour notes

When critics scoffed at his contraptions
Pedro would just smile and say
I know my inventions
Are not for everyone
But they brighten up my day

Pedro Pinkel pursued peculiar pastimes
However, to others they seemed pointless things
Such as inventing a calculator to count
The blades of grass that grew on his lawn
Or trying to fly with bags strapped to his arms like wings