I showed Basho's frog haiku to Julia last night. I explained, following Kenneth Koch's writing idea based on this poem, that the idea was to imagine something quiet and still and imagine some surprising and possibly noisy change. The poem she came up with after a minute was:

"My dad beat the dusty drums"

I burst out laughing. It seemed such a perfect and concise application of the idea. Much better than: "An old dusty drumset / Dad walks down to the basement / crash!" Another one she came up with a few minutes later didn't work as well:

"I mop the dusty floors of my house."