What would you call this poem?

Question

I heard this poem off my friend.

On top of a mountain,

All covered in snow,

I shot my poor guider

5 minutes ago,

I shot her with pleasure,

I shot her with glee,

And nobody knows that,

Her killer was me

I went to her funeral,

Her body was laid,

Some people threw flowers,

I threw a grenade

Her body went up,

Her body went down,

Her body went splat,

All over the ground

And just to make sure that,

She was dead,

I got a bazooka,

And blew off her head.

Answer 1

thats disturbing. You are deeply disturbed.  

Answer 2

I'd call it a parody or spin-off.

Answer 3

Ridiculous.

Answer 4

its a song. a sad, crappy, mean song

Answer 5

Versions of that song have been around forever. In the one I heard in middle school, it was the teacher who was shot. Usually sung to the tune of "On Top of Old Smokey", right? I don't think there's a name for these goofy versions.