Fact 12: I love licorice and fennel. [edited to spell licorice properly - d'oh!]
In honor of both, I searched Representative Poetry Online's concordance, and found this most remarkable and stunning sonnet by George Elliott Clarke, a poet with whom I was not familiar (perhaps because he's Nova Scotian). But I can't post it here because it has a strict publication rights warning on it. So I've linked it instead.
Meanwhile, when I searched fennel, I found the following Robert Browing poem, which I can post.
Two in the CampagnaI
This morn of Rome and May?
Of feathery grasses everywhere!
How say you? Let us, O my dove,