I kept an itty bitty biographical book about a biblioklept

I kept an itty bitty biographical book about a biblioklept. I leapt and wept, as I felt, and dealt with, a feeling of guilt that crept in my mind. This guilt put my mind in a bind because I had stolen this swollen itty bitty book, you see.

In this swollen itty bitty mysterious book, the author kind of just babbled mostly about his endless, but purposeful pursuits to win scrabble competitions at a local Waffle House. Having scrabble competitions at a local Waffle House sounds awful to me, but to each their own.

Anyhow, of course, I felt tremendous remorse. So, I hopped on my horse and in the course of a few minutes, I was back at the book shack that also sold horse tack. In fact, I took the book straight back to the silly stacks of books and the wacky weird horse tack that balanced on wobbly wired racks.

Because, also, according to the book, I was a classified crooked cringey crook. With a shake of his head and one goofy look, the book and tack man took the itty bitty biographical book about a biblioklept back and then he fell back to his rest fest on a hardy haystack!