My wife bought me a journal for christmas because I'm a writer, whatever. She said that I've been spending "too much time on bikes" and that I need to reignite my other, more valuable, hobbies.
So a week later she snooped into the journal she bought me, saw that the only thing written in there was the "Parts to buy" list, and gave me some lighthearted ribbing over it.
I told her I'd make sure there was a haiku in there next time she went snooping.
She did go snooping, and here's what she found-
Silent, Dormant, Still,
Motorcycle in Winter,
What could be more sad?