I absolutely love how this response is "explain this like I am five years old" and "I am out of the loop" -- the people who grew up with BAUD as a nomenclature are going to die.
In the days of BAUD, we danced with time,
Bits twirled and pirouetted, a rhythmic mime.
Modems hummed, a song of distant lands,
A symphony of data in unseen hands.
But now, oh now, we've left those days behind,
Bandwidth's embrace, a treasure we find.
No more the worries of a BAUDish plight,
In the realm of speed, we soar with delight.
Gone are the struggles, the slow and the strained,
Streaming through fibers, our data unchained.
A digital ballet, swift and so grand,
In the era of bandwidth, we boldly stand.
No longer confined to a BAUDish dream,
The internet whispers, a seamless stream.
Pixels paint pictures, words swiftly fly,
In the limitless expanse of the bandwidth sky.
So here's to the days of BAUD, now a tale,
A vintage echo in a high-speed gale.
We've moved beyond, to a faster shore,
In the bandwidth symphony, we dance evermore.