We New Yorker's call that Snow

A quite winter snow at night
Is magical and pretty.
Until the morning traffic comes
Because its New York City. 
the cold and sparkling snow so bright
is fresh and clean and pretty white,
its mixed with tires, plants and soil,
This is the snow that we call "snoil"
The teperature can drop a little.
And then we slip in frozen drizzle
The lovely water turns to ice
This kind of snow is then called "snice"
As the day is getting busy
And people skid by in a tizzy
that crystal beauty now has dirt
We new yorkers call that "snirt"
Then people go about their day
And walk their dogs along the way
Those cute puppies 'go' where fit
And we new yorkers call that "snit"