VIDEO Samuel L. Jackson’s Boy Meets World slam poetry is groovy


Two viral video powerhouses combined forces last night as Jimmy Fallon featured a hilarious clip of Samuel L. Jackson performing slam poetry about 90’s sitcom Boy Meets World.

Fallon’s clips since his asencion to The Tonight Show have been consistently great and Jackson reading anything has been a wonderful thing for years now. Together – they’re kinda like Cory and Topanga…


Boy meets world. boy greets world.

Hello, world. I’m Cory Matthews. Short and average, head full of curls.

The year: 1993. We see two boys who lack both brains and brawn. Cory Matthews and Hunter a hunter comma Shawn.

Hair parted down the middle, jacket made of leather. Alas, one man’s trailer trash is another man’s treasure.

Boy meets world, boy meets girl.

Topanga, Topanga, Topanga, beats the heart of Cory, a story as old as time. Daughter of hippies, name of a gypsy. TOPANGA, Cory cries. For he tries to mock her, until SHOCKER!, a reluctant kiss by his locker.

Hair standing on end, no longer just friends, a love that could not be dodged by nobody. Not even a snow bunny in a ski lodge could come between them. You should have seen them, the journey they then took from sandbox to Pennbrook College.

The knowledge they gained came not from a witch or a genie, but from a teacher, a neighbor, a mentor, a savior, a man named Mr. Feeny. Or, as Eric would say, Fe-NAY. Fe-hee-heeeeeee-NAAAAAAY!

The Feeny called, for he was always just steps away. Mr. Feeny did not leave them, he believed in them. Pushed them again and again to be their best. You know, to overcome the Eskimo, eating the ice cream cone when it’s super cold and make it to the Super Bowl.

And then, at the end, not as teacher, but as friend, one last ad-dress. One final lesssss-on: Do good. Do good, he says as tears swell. Don’t you mean, Do well? Topanga stammers, hung up on grammar. He understands her, but NO! Do good, he makes clear, as he should. For he was always there for Cory as his story unfurled, as this boy meets world, boy meets girl, boy meets white boy meets life.

As his students file out of the room like children from the womb or spirits from the tomb, Feeny sighs, stares at the empty desk with gloom, takes a moment to recall and reminisce. I love you all, he says to himself. Class dismissed.

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