Answer:
What can be heard and caught but never seen?
My prefix is food. My suffix is rude. My infix comes in rounds. I keep you off the ground. What Am I?
We are five little objects of an everyday sort. You will find us all in a tennis court.
Who works when he plays and plays when he works?
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.