A siren from a police car

I am going straight on Maggie,
And I am making left on Keats,
I am making right on Byron
And another right on Browning.
I am back on Maggie.
I am going straight on Maggie
And I am making left on Byron
I am passing Shelly
And I making left  on Keats
I am Back on Maggie.
I am going straight on Maggie,
And I am passing Byron
After few blacks  I am making left on Kipling,
And I making left in Browning
I am back in Maggie.
I am going straight on Maggie
I and I making left on Shelley
I stopped at the poet’s corner
On Shelly and Byron,
I hear voices, I see Colors,
I feel emotions, I see familiar faces,
Their dress different,
They speaking different,
The cars are different
I feel its Magic.
I feel I am a wake in my neighborhood
And any one  ells is sleeping.
Suddenly I hear siren from a police car!
I am making right on Byron
And I am back on Maggie again...