Ipocalypse Now! Poem by John F. McCullagh

We're headed for Ipocalypse!
June eighth will soon be here.
IP addresses running out.
What will we do? Oh dear!
Four Billion addresses weren't enough
for every thing that beeps:
Desktops, laptops, mobile phones
and GPS in Jeeps.

Fear not! June eighth will be the test
of a higher protocol
and if the system doesn't crash
they'll be numbers for you all.

But if IP V six
should crash and burn
You should not be dismayed
The internet won't disappear
but slowly will degrade.