Children are ill

Rang the school so they would be cool
Children are ill so today they are going to chill
Buckets at the ready, trying to hold them steady
As one then the other compete to outdo each other
The Sons speciality seems to be reaching
And stomach churning sicking screeching
Daughters seems to be projectile vomit
And lots and lots and lots of it
Took a sea sick pill cos really starting to feel ill
Skidding my way from room to room
Large Mop and bucket and a broom
Now the smell of bleach is making me reach
And all I can say?
Is they aren’t the only ones having a bad day