Mrs Jones regrets

No I can’t come to your party
‘cos my flowers need a drink;
Gotta watch them by the hour to bring
each bloom back from the brink.

No I can’t come to your party
‘cos the budgie has flown the coop;
he’s left his birdcage by the door
where kitty used to snoop.

No I can’t come to your party
‘cos the cat has gone amiss;
he’s miaowed his last and left my porch
with a wry, disdainful hiss.

No I can’t come to your party
‘cos the dog has had his day;
He’s followed his master out the house
and both have gone away.

No I can’t come to your party
‘cos I’ve swallowed lots of pills;
You’ll find me laid out on my bed
oh so perfectly still.