3rd Wheel

What it means to be a 3rd wheel
by Alina Chen

I get duped by Vern the Fern to go to Oakland for a study session.
"Don't worry, John E will be there too," she assured ... but I learned my lesson.

John E never showed up.
And I was left here like a helpless pup.

All these cute glances exchanged between the two.
While I sat and admired the cow and its poo.

I was left to sit under a pile of adorable gorillas.
My true hairy chums, my friends, my fellas.

He helped test her in her medicinal Korean vocab.
A language I don't even understand; what a drab.

They filled out their book All About Me.
"Someone please come rescue me!" was my plea.

With all these said
I immediately fled.

Now I know what it means to be a third wheel.
It's definitely something awkward to feel.