When the Circus comes to town

There are smiles that are brought forth by the clowns with their red noses. The red noses remain my favourite part of the clown. It is maddeningly saddening when the clowns forget their red noses and yet perform in the circus. Their appearances do not lack, it's just that their performance is incomplete without their red noses. Clowns are displaced without their red noses...could we put their noses on for them, so that we may understand their jokes? What's hilarity without laughter? Could somebody find their red noses and put them where they belong so that I may not shed tears? So that I may comprehend their places in a world that allows my voice to be heard? So that I may not lose my respect for the clowns and their happy humdrum? So that I may be proud of where I am today? Red noses, anyone?