Matthew Meers: or Art Has No Meaning

There was a man who had a clock, his name was Matthew Meers
He counted every tick and tock for eight and eighty years
And then one day he found the seconds turned to things
That you could work like puppets with imagination's strings
And he who had been eighty eight switched back to twenty nine
About to be joined in wedlock to a woman half divine.
Now when the men of ninety saw this miracle so strange
They all bought clocks and counted tocks and waited for the change.
But they couldn't get the secret from this man called Matthew Meers
And the moral of his marvel in no history appears.