I’m water that wiggles, I’m water that sways, I’m water that sneaks up in splishy splash ways. I’m not on a ride, but I still like to glide, What do you call me? I am the

Why shouldn’t you write with a broken pen? It’s . . .

I can mean empty pockets, Or something split in two. I can mean rules were violated, Or news finally got through. I can be fixed, but not always healed, And I can happen without a sound. Spend me wrong and I describe your wallet; Drop me hard and on the ground you may find me... What am I?

For most people, if you lose your khakis then you have no pants. But if you lose your khakis in Boston, then you can't...

I might be filled with tea or joe, or be the face you always show.