The Elusive Pear 

As luscious as the shapely pear may seem, 
suspended in full ripeness from an orchard tree, 
(as if one could view tree-ripe maturity) 
within the grocer's stall all lie still-born. 

Goose-necked Bosc is iron armor rusts, 
as squat d'Anjou of gallic savor hints, 
while pallid Barlett false blush applies, 
asserting maturity in cunning disguise. 

Piled up like stone lie leather-skinned Comice, 
patiently resigned to ripeness or decay, 
whether one or the other, which customer can say? 

The melon, now, when ripe emits sweet fragrance, 
a flower tempting honey bee to dine, 
unlike the pear, which stints her redolence.

Ben Copito's questions:

Does the tongue-in-cheek quality come through? Does the intermittent rhyming disturb the humor? Thanks.