The tourists never come to Buckley Oak
But Martha runs the office anyway.
She sings a listless tune to pass the day
And frequently nips out to have a smoke.
Without her customers, poor broke –
She’s let the office fall into decay.
She can’t compete with foreign holidays.
The thought of all those cheap flights makes her choke.
And now that death has claimed her husband Keith –
A gentleman, who wouldn’t hurt a fly –
She wants to shut the shop, to hide her grief.
She doesn’t want her friends to see her cry.
The tourists won’t come now, the town is hexed.
What Martha doesn't know is: SHE IS NEXT!