Fuzziness on National Poetry Day

I didn't know it was National Poetry Day today, but I saw this on BlueSky.

The poster put up a screenshot of a parody poem by a person named Robin Johnson. On the theory that we can all use a break, I've retyped it here:

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
(Not sure if I spelled that right)
What immortal hand or eye
Could fashion such a stripy guy?

What the hammer that hath hewn it
Into such a chunky unit?
Did who made the lamb make thee,
Or an external franchisee?

What the hammer? What the nail
That attached thy swishy tail?
What the forge and what the bellows
Where were wrought you floofy fellows?

Where was bought the tube of glue
By which your fur was stuck to you?
In what distant deeps or skies
Are sold such art and craft supplies?

On what anvil wert though wrought?
In what smithy? Who'd have thought
A beast so fearsome, fierce and hungry
Could be made by ironmongery?

The poet is here on BlueSky.