Don't Eat the Yellow Slush

I looked outside the house on Christmas morning
And lo, what was it that I soon did see?
A pile of slush that reached up to the awnings
White as white and wetter than the sea.
The weathermen were all sorely mistaken
For lovely, fluffy snow never did come.
I think I'll go outside and make a slushman
And add some lemon syrup and eat some.