Muffled

Ode to the flipping muffler that caused me to spend my day off at a Midas, not to mention being out two hundred dollars, rather than hibernating indoors.

Oh muffler fair,
how could you dare
disintegrate on me?

Now I am poor,
flat broke once more,
and out the service fee.

But should you choose
once more to lose
your core integrity.

Your number now
is called, I vow:
I have a warranty!