Streets

 Roads lead to nowhere
Avenues are owned by the trees
Tracks are possessed by athletes
Drives are owned by golfers
Mewses belong to poetic whimsy
Lanes are romantically for Lovers
Paths have been taken over by cycles
Terraces are for drunken fans
Highways are there for Junkies
Bi-ways are for polar bears
Boulevards smell French
Crescents in black are for Islamic extremists
The main drag is just for smokers
The alley is cool for cats

However.

The streets are ours