Erie poem

1. Erie Insurance came with an inch of having me get so angry I would have driven to the nearest office and given them a piece of my mind. I was furious - they actually accused me (though in not so many words) of taking the regulator out of the door and were going to charge me for a new one. My car was busted into on Friday night. Now, six days later, it's finally getting fixed, and then they want me to buy a part? Uh-uh. That's why I've paid several thousands of dollars on insurance over the last few years to you. Apparently, the middle guy removed the broken parts out of the door frame and that's where the confusion rested. But, still - half a broken regulator is in the car door, and you're going to call me and say that it's missing and then say, "Yeah, you're telling me that your window went up and down on Friday before this happened, and that now the regulator is just missing? Stranger things have happened. You and I could both be aliens from Mars, too." What a complete asshole. All's well that ends well, and I kept my cool.

2. I've written 40 questions today. Does anyone know of a good poem about childhood? About a girl who is a tomboy or something? I'm thinking a poem version of Dar Williams' "When I Was a Boy," which I actually thought about using but it's just not clear enough.