I have no voice, yet I’m full of names. I never move, yet traffic flows on me. I can be long or short, rich or poor, Homes face me, footsteps mark me, and cities are built upon me. What am I?

Where muddy waters trap the bold, A maze of muck and tales untold. A sticky mess, where hope goes to die, Also a friend of the Family Guy.

I’m a person, a fruit, a dollar, a river, and shoe polish, what’s my name?

I housed monsters, despite my small size. And horsehoes and hand grenades, Can be a poor prize. For in war I am used, To simulate the wet. And though elsewhere I look peaceful, In Michigan I'm a threat.

New York, Detroit, Chicago, St Louis, New Haven, Steubenville, California, Altoona, Philadelphia, and Buffalo are just some of my style, but more likely than not you’ll still enjoy me with a smile.