The Art Vendor's Prologue

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 a better tomorrow