John, I attempted my own Eratosphere-wide search on the word "Bloater." I am sad to report that I was not able to find your poem on Shippam's Bloater Paste.
As an Anglophiliac, I couldn't resist finding out what said thing might be. Dude, it's cracker/bread spread:
https://www.theguardian.com/lifeands...stes-nostalgia:
"Now it sits on the bread, the consistency of baby poop and - there's no other word for it - mings. A mouthful produces the faintest ghost of recollection but then so would the abandoned fishing smack. "
Wait, what are "mings"? I only know the Mings (like from the Ming Dynasty).