- Battle of Epping ForestThere’s no one left alive now, it must be a drawSo the black cap barons toss the coin to settle the score
My first is in Sleigh but never in PrayMy second is in Slow but not in SlawMy third is in Date but not in RateAnd I exist second in the days of Yore
My fifth is in Mice but never in LiceMy sixth is a sore thumb in the word “Pryce”And now I tell you, since you don’t know any better---My seventh’s a symbol: never a letter
My eighth is in Three but never in TreeMy ninth exists twice in all EternityMy tenth is in race but not in spaceMy eleventh is in both a He and a She
My twelfth is a frenchman’s pronunciation of HayMy thirteenth differentiates a Flee from a FreeMy fourteenth is in Love but never in DoveMy fifteenth is a ? in its entirety
My sixteenth is really a Dodo in camouflageMy seventeenth is first in Image, second in MirageMy eighteenth exists abundantly in the past tenseIs not in Heavy, but definitely in Dense
And now that finally, Leman’s IngenuityHave glaringly put a toll on his readers’ sanitySolve the final two letters in this here poetry,By dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s !