An art vendor, quite large and round in the belly
                      Sat there at his desk with a sandwich from the deli
                           Food littered his area as he sat there alone
                              Heavily coated in repulsive cologne
                   From time to time he wondered why nothing would sell
                             People avoided him, and some would yell,
                 "Your appearance needs work, and so do your pieces
                   Your shirt and your papers are filled with such creases!"
                    "Such art", they continued, "will never pull through,
                  Just pack up your stuff and find something else to do."
                                 The art vendor, morale now low
                         Packed up his things and was ready to go.
                                Another day, another sorrow
                        The art vendor just hopes for another tomorrow