[Marion Shore]

After all those poetry summaries for the Speccie comp, I find myself with a bad case of encapsulitis. So this morning I was lying in bed composing limerick encapsulations of movies, and I thought those of you with OCD might like to join me in this pointless exercise. They don't have to be limericks, I guess. ±16 lines. Sorry, no £ or fiver. Just fun. (I hope.)

Here are mine:

The Sound of Music

She thought being a nun was a snap,
but the nuns said "Maria, that's crap!"
So the abbess, quite canny,
said she must be a nanny.
And that's how she became a von Trapp.

The Sixth Sense

A shrink whose marriage was ending,
with many a plot twist impending,
met a young boy who said
he saw folks who were dead,
and then – well, I won't spoil the ending.