Answer:
I contain five little items of an everyday sort. You can find all five in a tennis court.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
You shoot me but I don't die. You hang me but I don't die. What am I?
I am black and white and full of fuzz
Part carbon part water I am poison to the fishes. Many falsely claim my name I am the pause that refreshes.
I go in hard, come out soft. Blow me hard and I'll make a pop. What am I?