1.

There once was a man named Thomas,
Whose upload was truly dishonest.
Though “fifty” it claimed,
It lagged and it maimed,
And froze every call like a promise.

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2.
Poor Thomas would try to upload,
But his speed took the slowest road.
Each file he’d send
Felt like the end—
A snail in a traffic jam mode.

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3.
Thomas said, “Fifty’s not bad!”
But the buffering drove him half mad.
His streams turned to fuzz,
The bitrate just was—
A slideshow of pixels gone bad.

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4.
He tried to go live for a stream,
But his upload killed off the dream.
At fifty, no less—
It still made a mess,
And shattered his confident scheme.

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5.
Thomas once boasted with pride,
“My upload’s got plenty of stride!”
But when he hit “send,”
It stalled in the end—
And his ego took quite a ride.

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6.
A man with the name of T.
Had speed that was fast as a tree.
Though “fifty” in rate,
It stalled every date—
His Zoom froze at “Can you hear me?”

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7.
Thomas had visions to share,
But his uploads went nowhere.
Though numbers looked sleek,
They’d peak once a week—
A bandwidth that’s barely fair.

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8.
With fifty megabits clear,
Thomas still couldn’t appear.
His video lagged,
His voice always dragged,
And viewers would just disappear.

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9.
Thomas once tried to explain,
Why his streams were all broken and plain.
“I’ve got fifty!” he cried,
But the bitrate had died—
And his uploads all circled the drain.

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10.
Thomas had dreams to be seen,
But his uploads were barely a stream.
At “fifty,” they said,
But his files played dead,
And his Twitch clips looked like a meme.