My uncle John offers a rhyming take on Atlantis, and my mom gently reminds me that of course I didn’t invent the form: both “California” and the game were inspired by a picture book she read us when we were young, called Whose Mouse Are You, by Robert Kraus.
Also, saved from the LJ comment thread:
Will:Where is Atlantis? Under the sea.
What’s under the sea? Not you, and not me.
Well then, where are we? The internet.
How’d we get there? Zeroes and ones.
What do those stand for? Video fun.
What is flypaper?
Me: Sweetness that kills.
David: What can’t be killed?
Scott: Everything dies.
Josh: Why do they die?
William: They run out of time.
Beth: What is time?
Kevan: Memory. [Then, because of a crosspost:] Curse you, time!
Ken: What time is it?
Stephen: It’s hamburger time.
David: Do hamburgers rhyme?
Scott: Not on my dime.
Me: OKAY NEW ONE. What is a curse?
Scott: Bad karma, realized.
William: How is it realised?
Ken: Through the teachings of the Maharishi.
Beth: What is the Maharishi?
Me: A teacher of hunger.
Scott: Where is the hunger?
David: In the bowels of the cursed…
Which seems like a neat place for a cutoff.
How many is seven?