Sollys Deli

I love Jewish food, So does my tum, It makes my mouth water And delights my tongue. I worked in the City. Of London years ago London brings back memories, That I treasure so. I used to pass a Jewish Deli, As I walked along the street, The smells coming from that Deli, It smelled marvellous to eat. A little bell tinkled as I opened the door The aroma of Wally in spiced vinegar It was a smell not to ignore. These pickles were in a huge barrel Made of wood and copper, You placed your hand into the tub And hope to find a whopper. One of my favourite Jewish foods Is chopped liver The thought of it now It makes my taste buds quiver. Upon the shop counter, I spied, Mozzah and Gefilte fish It was hard not to purchase Every single dish. I adored Latkes, Flat Potato Cakes Just thinking of the flavour It makes my stomach ache, Freshly baked Bagels, A bread roll shaped like a ring Solly, the deli owner, Sold everything. I will always remember shopping. At Solly's old-fashioned deli, I have fond memories of his shop And so does my belly.