Vasco de Balboa was born in Spain,
A normal life, he could not sustain,
He breached the walls of regularity,
In search of some sense of clarity,
Aroused by journeys, he could not hold back.
For not going was something, something wack.
For in 1500 he was given a shot,
Something that he wanted a whole lot,
But then all the power got to his head,
And this was something that he did dread,
For he was not the sharpest man,
And here is how his journey began,
He wanted to travel to the New World,
So he set sail and his adventure unfurled,
But soon he realized he was shorthanded,
And Hispaniola is where he landed,
And soon his hopes were denied,
His dreams didn’t last long as they fried.
For he became a farmer of plants and pigs,
It was more of a one-time gig,
For he was forced into debt and pain,
From this adventure, he had little to gain,
Because his screw up was mighty large,
But he didn’t take much charge.
Soon he realized that he needed to escape,
In 1509 from his creditors and his poor shape,
Hiding in a stowaway with his dog,
Probably wishing that he had some grog,
When he was found, they sure did gawk,
But they realized that he knew the place like a hawk.
He saw the Pacific and claimed it for Spain,
Not knowing that he did it in vain,
Because he was later accused of treason,
For creating a separate government, was their reason,
And this is the moment we all dreaded,
He and four friends were all beheaded.
So I guess this is the moral my friends,
It’s that sometimes the fun does truly end,
So keep this in mind before you do,
How will it affect others and you?