GETTING It Right

I love Daddy's stories! “I’m shopping for my wife,” said he.“For things she needs immediately.And while I’m here, I thought I’d getA special something for my Pet.”
 He wandered round the store a while,And saw things staid. Or infantile.Then found that he had ambled toThe women’s clothes all starched and new.
His eyes lit up as he assessedNew ways to help his wife get dressed.In gowns of rough or slinky mein,In shades from black to tangerine.
He wandered further through the storeSeeking something she’d adore,High or low or bourgeoisie,He fin-al-ly came o’er to me.
“It seemed so simple,” he declared.“But now I’ve looked, and now I’m scared.The clothes selection’s vast and mixed,And I can’t seem to choose betwixt.”
“There’s something that she needed, though,To wear around the bungalow.So help me please, I do implore.There must be something in your store!”
“There’s much to choose from, sir,” I said.“That’s sure to please your thoroughbred.But there's one thing I need to know,Just how big is her bungalow?”