I can measure your time, but I cannot do much else. People use me to describe a figure.

I have a shift, but I do not have a job. I am often seen in offices.

Part of a bucket I may be. You might use me with your tea. Water removed to save a life. A pot suspended by peasants wife.

I live in a cave, wiggling and free, I gossip, I slurp, and sneak snacks with thee. I don’t have legs but I sure love to roam, helping you talk or whistle where I’m right at home.

Beginning with a thinner fog, a little less opaque And ending with corrosion where materials oxidate But really I'm a wariness, suspicions implicate