Room 103: A Poem about Prefixes by Meggan Jacobsen

My friend’s always around and her name’s Peri.                               peri =around

But one day she morphed into a yellow canary.                                 morph= shape

She changed her shape, and flew away

To escape the loquacious sub that day.                                               loqu= talk

Yes, these are my friends

From room 103,

I love them a lot                                                                                  phil =love

Even girl-crazy Philly.

He’s ridiculous because                                                                      rid= laughter

He never stops laughing;

And how many times did we

Have to stop Cata from napping?                                                       cata =down (get it? napping?)

“Enough is enough!” said the teacher one day,                                  sat= enough

“I’m not satisfied; for this, I need more pay.”

She panned the room, looking all around.                                          pan = all

Until Neo, the new kid, she found.                                                    neo = new

Under her breath she said something she tried to hide,                     

“Man! You kids might make me commit homicide!”                           hom= man

The only good student, Eunice, moved to Maine                               eu = good

“If she’d only come back, then I’d be sane.”

For show and tell, my other friend Ali,                                              ali= other

Brought his faithful dog Fido                                                             fid= faith

And his parrot named Poly,                                                                poly= many

Who spoke many words and was rather jolly. 

The evil teacher shouted “Let’s have a pop quiz!”

All the kids groaned, especially Liz.

They pleaded and said, “Until next week, let’s wait!”                       plac= please

The teacher gave in, though unhappy to placate.

Yes, this is my room                                                              

We are a close-knit family.                                                                 clud= close

None are excluded,

From this peaceful catastrophe.                                                          pac= peace

So this is the story of how the teacher from room 103,

Became a believer in adolescent misanthropy.                                   anthrop= man