The beginings of a poem

so heres what ive been workin on...tell me what you think...the masses that read this. :)

I.
Gumdrop parachutes must be
hallowed out with your teeth.
A delicious process, practically
euphoric. Except
for the gum cancer.
This is why Giants breath billows
out in noxious clouds
between
chipped yellow teeth.
And also why, way in the back
of their caves,
children are chained and crying. 'Cause
every Giant knows
children are an excellent source of gum drops.

II.
White stallions named Fury
and cloud, pound the ground carrying
knights to save the day.
Whipping back, Giant's heads
go groaning along as the lance drives home.
Tripping back, Giant's plummet with
gum drop parachutes
shaking their fists,
and smilimg knights pick up a well placed
pebble.
'Cause every knight knows
Children have good imaginations.