Answer:
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
It's anything but amusing when this body part gets hit.
I can be short and sometimes hot. When displayed, I rarely impress.
It happens when something has been cut with H2O.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?