By OutClique writer

Honey, the moon is serving face tonight,

Silver spotlight, full-glam fright.

Pumpkins lit like runway queens,

Serving looks in orange sheens.

Witches cackle, “Work that spell!”

Vamps are posing, oh, they smell Chanel.

Ghosts are floating, wigs on tight,

It’s RuPaul’s Drag Race: Fright Night.

Cobwebs sparkle, glitter drips,

Skeletons shake their bony hips.

Even zombies rise with sass,

Clutching martinis made of glass.

Children shriek for tricks and treats,

While ghouls are dancing in the streets.

Broomsticks twirl, the cauldrons pop,

This party, darling, will not stop.

Candy corn? That’s couture.

Haunted houses? Très allure.

Every scream’s a standing O,

Every monster steals the show.

So sip your brew, let’s raise a cheer,

For the fiercest night of all the year.

Halloween is camp, it’s queer, it’s right.

We’re boo and boujee, living for the fright.